Yesterday Christian texted me during lunch to tell me that one of his friends had committed suicide the night before. I am so thankful that I am one of the people that he wanted to talk to. But, I hurt for him because i don't think he really knows how to process a friends death, but then again does anyone? I'm heart broken for the family, his friends and for everyone that this tragic death will touch. Its made me an extra-emotional momma yesterday and today! I wanna hold my boys and not let go.
I have such a hard time wrapping my brain around losing a child. I couldn't sleep last night, thinking about that poor momma. The one thing that runs through my mind is that the Bible clearly states there is a time for everything... even when it doesn't make sense.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.