Seven weeks ago I was talking to my mom... crying... not understanding...

I don't know whether to be angry with him or so, so sad for him. I don't know. I just don't know.

In the days that followed, I found some answers. I knew to be angry with satan and sin. I knew to be sad for them--for his family and for the ones whose lives will be altered more than I can even imagine. I even knew the reality of hope in Christ for him.

But now I know the hope of His redeeming blood in a way I never have. I see in her writings the truth that He can and does take the darkest of moments to shine so brightly. I look at the body and see how miraculously He raises us beyond any attempts of the enemy. I have seen and am seeing how amazing He really is.

1 John 1:1-4  That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked upon, and our hands have handled, concerning the Word of life-- the life was manifested, and we have seen, and bear witness, and declare to you that eternal life which was with the Father and was manifested to us-- that which we have seen and heard we declare to you, that you also may have fellowship with us; and truly our fellowship is with the Father and with His Son Jesus Christ. And these things we write to you that your joy may be full.