A friend of mine will be buried tomorrow.  He wasn’t a close friend.  More of an acquaintance.   We used to stand together and watch our sons play soccer.   On Saturday he decided to end his life.  This has been difficult to absorb with the anniversary of Isaiah’s death coming up soon. He will not be on the field this year to watch his son play.  I won’t be watching because my son is no longer here.

Both were believers.  Both knew Jesus as their savior.  They weren’t drugged up celebrities that could no longer take the mixture of fame, wealth and lostness.   They both had loving families.  But they both hurt.  They hurt so bad that they couldn’t continue.

I don’t get it.  I never will.  We’re only here for a moment and then we are gone.  Life around us goes on.  We go to work.  We go to school.  We walk on until its our time.

Psalms 103:15 The life of mortals is like grass,
they flourish like a flower of the field;
16 the wind blows over it and it is gone,



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