This is what we do for the joy of the King,
For His peaceable Kingdom,
For a world in despair.
And this is why we bring any hope we can give,
Any bread from the table,
Any touch of His hand.
This is what we do.
This is where we go.
This is why we sing.
This is how we live.
This is who we are.

Monday, September 1, 2008

It's Not Fun to Cry on Your Birthday

I hate for this post to be a downer, but it's 7:01 am and I'm sitting in the family room in tears.  

Part of the tears are sleep-related, I'm sure.  (I slept great until 5, but after a visit to the bathroom, I was wide-awake.)  I finally gave up on the effort to go back to sleep and came downstairs at 6:30. (Yesterday I was wide-eyed at 4!) 

Of course I turned on the TV first thing to check on Gustav's overnight behavior.  At church yesterday (and Saturday) we set aside a portion of every worship service to pray for the potential victims of the hurricane--particularly our Katrina-spawned friends in Burris, LA. It looks like the brunt of the storm may hit a little west of them, but they'll still get throttled pretty soundly.  The "good" news is that the storm seems to have downsized a bit.  As of this writing it's a Cat2. So, there were some Gustav-related tears.

Yesterday at our birthday/Labor Day cookout with family and friends (the Bakers--Billy's birthday is tomorrow), Billy informed me that Jason Caid, one of the "kids" who was in my HIU summer high-school tour and eventually a student at Hope, died suddenly of a rare cardio-vascular condition in mid-July.  Another former student had posted the blog account that Jason's wife wrote describing his death. Reading that brought more tears.  

I don't mind (too much) embarking on the last year of my 6th decade. [No, I'm NOT 69!!]  I mind terribly that a young husband was taken away from his loved ones just after completing his 3rd. Although he's gone to a far better place, the truth of his wife's closing statement remains:  "At 7:15 PM on July 13, his heart stopped and my heart broke."

"Lord, as I enjoy the fun perks of starting a "new year," help me remember that there are many who are dealing with life realities today that are altogether void of fun."


Diane Davis said...

that was a very sad story. i read it this morning and i've been thinking of the family today.



Don Crane said...

Happy birthday! It is very sad, I lost my dad when he was 34 and that was 18 years never truly get over it, but with Jesus you learn to live with it and with abundance. I am loving reading you thoughts. It reminds me of our days in the classroom. I am teaching a vocal technique class this fall and I pulled out our old notes from "Sight Singing and Ear Training" Class. I learned so much over that four years that is still in use today. Thanks for sharing and I love the reading.
Don Crane