...and Down Came the Rain

We got a hum dinger of a storm last night! I am an insomniac, so I witnessed the full force of the clang and bang and lights until about 2 am. Quite a show. Very much needed. My flowers are already perking back up! I am sure the farmers in the area are thankful. Although, I have a feeling, it's too little too late. They say that the crop yield will be record lows this year, because of the draught.

Well, it has been a sad week around this town. Last weekend, a child of an aquaintance of mine died. He would have turned 5 in two weeks. A tragic, one in a million accident. What do you say at a time like this? How do you say you're sorry that their child died? There are not words for it. I can not imagine the pain of this family. I cannot even begin to imagine it. As angry as my children make me, as tired of them as I get, I cannot imagine if one of them were taken from me in an instant. How do you explain to an almost 2 year old why her almost 5 year old brother is not coming home?

I sent out an email yesterday to some close friends, asking for prayer for this family. They need it. Because, at a time like this, there's nothing else you can do to help. There are not words. There are not actions. Nothing on earth can touch that pain. It's up the the Lord.

And as for me and my house, I'll hug my children all tighter. I'll make sure they know every moment of the day that I love them. Because there is no telling when it will be the last thing I say to them. That's what I've learned. I knew it before, but it had never struck home before this week.

Hug them. Tell them you love them. Never put them to bed angry. Hold them close and tight. We only get one chance to do it right.