There are certain things in life that always happen to other people....not to you or your family. Up until this week, that held true. But on Tuesday, one of our littlest family members, 14-month-old Emma Joy, went to be with Jesus. As I write this, we still don't know "for sure" what happened, but she had been ill with the flu.
It doesn't matter what happened, the reality is that she is no longer with us. A hole of such huge proportion has been ripped into our family, and there's no way it can ever be mended. Our hearts are broken. And I know that if I can feel so badly about my little great-niece, the agonies her parents are going through are unimaginable. Right now there is no comfort, and the deep sadness will last for a long, long, long, long time. While it's good that she is with the Lord, I know we needed her more than He did. Who can begin to understand such things?
Please be praying for our family, and especially for her parents, Kelly and Steve.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
FOGGY THOUGHTS ON A FRIDAY MORNING
Whoever said Sheryl Crow could sing? There's the most horrendous screeching coming from my TV this morning.
I'm on a rush to get to the church this morning....get the bulletin out, and the new budget proposal into everyone's mail slot. I worked 3 hours on this LAST Friday....2.5 hours Wednesday night, 3 hours yesterday, and more to do today. They keep changing things. Teri says I should be paid. I'm thinking maybe she's right. This "volunteer to do the bulletin" has mushroomed to where I am the heir-apparent to the treasurer/secretary job at the end of 2008. If I didn't love the work so much, I would probably complain.
I apologize for not posting anything lately. I look at the keyboard and find absolutely nothing to say. Maybe it's cause lately there are just figures dancing in my brain, instead of words.
I'm on a rush to get to the church this morning....get the bulletin out, and the new budget proposal into everyone's mail slot. I worked 3 hours on this LAST Friday....2.5 hours Wednesday night, 3 hours yesterday, and more to do today. They keep changing things. Teri says I should be paid. I'm thinking maybe she's right. This "volunteer to do the bulletin" has mushroomed to where I am the heir-apparent to the treasurer/secretary job at the end of 2008. If I didn't love the work so much, I would probably complain.
I apologize for not posting anything lately. I look at the keyboard and find absolutely nothing to say. Maybe it's cause lately there are just figures dancing in my brain, instead of words.
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