3 deaths from cancer, after heroic struggles, leaving behind the carnage of broken hearts and jagged craters of pain.
Then a premature baby, whose life we measured in hours instead of decades - the third such loss for the empty-armed, devastated parents.
Then the sudden blindside of a fatal heart attack.
And then a 6 year old boy on vacation with his family, wading with his Grampa - he stepped off of an unseen ledge and was swept away in a heartbeat. They have searched 40 miles downstream and still have not found him. An anticipated holiday with family gone excruciatingly awry. Heartbreak. Grief. Guilt. Please pray for this family.
"When I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me..."
All I could do was crawl into my Papa's lap - and weep against His shoulder.
And deep in my spirit I knew.
He was weeping with me.