My heart aches for my dear friends who have experienced this reality this week-- one, who's husband passed away Sunday night from a sudden heart attack, leaving her behind with their sweet baby girl, just a few weeks younger than Jane. Another, who's precious sister-- a pastor's wife in Indy, mother of a 1-year old boy, and 12 weeks pregnant with their second-- was the victim of a violent home invasion yesterday, and today went home to be with Jesus. There are no words for this kind of devastation. Only prayers and tears. Lots of tears.
Jane, this Tuesday (Wednesday), I want you to know that life is a gift. That our days are short and numbered and infinitely valuable. That the world is dark, but Jesus is light. And that no matter what happens-- though you walk through the valley of the shadow of death-- you need not fear evil, for you are never alone. Your life is precious and you are loved. So, so loved.
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