For the second time in four weeks, the flags were flown at half-mast and the skies seemed to mourn. The memorial service held today was poignant but full of rejoicing and I left with a determined heart. If the Lord had chosen to take me instead of Apollo on Saturday night, I wonder what my life would reflect.
I stumble and fall, attempt to get up…only to crawl through Sahara deserts of spirituality. The mountaintops blossom with richness and I rejoice in God’s goodness and the next day it’s Him pursuing my wayward heart once more.
A friend of Christiana’s read from a recent journal discovered among Christiana’s things after her tragic death. Her words were about comforting those who suffer when a friend dies. Everyone around me was weeping…it was just too weird to hear her very own words comforting us. All three student’s lives speak of the earnest desire they had to serve the Lord. It’s comforting to know that all three of them are with the Lord right now. And they have left me with a challenge to live each day as if it might be my last.