In the midst of ... whatever that last post was... I am struck with reality.
at 9:00pm, my brother calls to tell me that my Mom and SD were in a wreck -- they pulled out of a parking lot and hit another car which promptly flipped 3 times. At this point, they do not know if the other driver is dead or alive.
9:45 -- still obviously freaked out, my mom calls to tell me that the other driver is alive, screaming, but alive, and on her way to the emergency room via ambulance, as is my step-dad.
10:00 -- my friend Kevin calls to inform me that a guy we've hung out with several times...
took his own life tonight.
And the shock sets in.
Here I spent time today wanting change when I have failed miserably to make change where I am.
I am ashamed.
I am saddened.
My heart is broken for my friend's pain and my obliviousness to it.
A few months back, I had to call and alert many of these same friends of the death of a mother. Tonight, I have to call and share this.
And we come together and wonder what in the world is happening.
How did we miss this?
Why did we not see this?
Why didn't I do ______________ or do ______________?
And I am reminded of the lyrics from "Come to me" by Kari Jobe
Come to me you weary ones,
and I will give you rest.
Come to me you burdened ones,
And I will give peace.
I will give you peace.
For my yoke is easy,
and my burden is light.
Take it upon you,
I will give you rest.