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  • Writer's pictureLaura Kae

Weeping will endure for a night

Last night the death of my friend hit me. Someone texted to check in on “me” not details about the funeral, and it became my emotional undoing. I began to journal about everything I could remember from the last times I saw him. I cried harder and harder. Eventually I essentially cried myself to sleep. Upon waking this morning, it was impossible not to greet my day with sorrow. I made it through setup at church by distracting myself and by simply being distracted. But then (and I am extremely grateful for it), someone once again asked me how I was doing. It made me feel unalone. I had been feeling so alone during setup, though I reminded myself I actually wasn’t. A lot of people cared about me and my friend. I basically cried straight through the service. So that is me really.

The rest of the day I spent outside, so I am emotionally and physically exhausted. My extra time to rest today will hopefully be spent sleeping. Last night I ended up not going to sleep until 10. I was crying, texting and journaling until then. In spite of all the things going on, this morning as we sang at “worship Sunday”, I knew that I had a good, good Father. We have a good, good Father.

What shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written, “For your sake we face death all day long. We are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.” No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, nether the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height now depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8


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