It's So Hard.

It has been hard these last couple days. The final preperations for Uncle Don's funeral are coming together. Uncle John flew back up from Alabama Monday night I think. I haven't seen my grandma, but my Mom tells me she is heartbroken, as one would suspect. My Aunt Linda seems confused, but knows the obvious. My heart breaks so bad for my family. It was such a sudden death, for me anyways. And now Uncle Jeff is having a surgery. A very risky surgery. How can our family take any more pain? I know I should be optimistic, but it's hard. I just pray he gets through alright.

I have comfort in the letters from family friends, and my parent's strong, patient attitudes. A few nights ago was the first time I saw my Dad cry. It broke my heart. My mom comforted him, even as she wanted to cry.

But I have the most comfort God. "I will never leave you, nor forsake you..." As I have said in many posts, I would be a total wrech without Him. How can anybody stand to live their life without knowing that they always have a refuge, somebody to always turn to and be welcomed. I can't even imagine. I am so blessed to have Him as my Father.

Revelation 21:4
"And God shall wipe away all the tears from their eye; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain for former things have passed away."