There is a time for everything: a time to write papers; a time to make tea wallets; a time to consume jello salad; a time to go to bed at 7:30 on a Thursday night; a time to take a hay ride under the stars with lots of small children; a time to wonder if you’ve again bitten off more than you should have with outside-the-home responsibilities; a time to think with hope about the coming advent season; and a time to mourn with those who mourn.
My Facebook status this week has said, “sad,” or something to that effect. I’ve been asked why a lot and sometimes I’ve answered. The reason? We will be attending a funeral tomorrow for a baby who died last Sunday. It will be sad. We will cry.
I don’t understand, nor will I pretend to try. Life is hard sometimes. And when that hard happens to someone you know, you want to just do something – anything, really, but something. I think I’ve finally figured out that you make meals for people in mourning not because they need to eat, but because you need to feel like you are serving them in some possible way.
Tomorrow we will be present. We will honor the life of the little one. We will show respect to his parents, his brother, his sister. We will ask God questions we don’t know the answers to.
So, quiet on the blog this week? I can blame it on traveling, or on a busy end to the semester, or on whatever else I can think up to blame it on. Truth is, I’ve not really known what to say; everything I have right now is trivial in comparison.
I feel pain on behalf of others. I don’t know why, but I do. I don’t know the family extremely well, but I want to. I’m hurting for them. For whatever I’m feeling, they are feeling a million times more that I can’t even begin to fathom.
Tomorrow will be hard. Please pray for a family in the fumble. I imagine their need is only just beginning.