Hope.

I took this photo the other morning shortly after learning my friend's baby, due to arrive later this month, had gone on to be with Jesus. Part of me feels trite and helpless, but with all my heart I dedicate this small token to precious baby Hudson Seth... The beautiful person who has brought heaven so much closer this week.

Life is fragile. Sometimes too fragile. Stuff like this doesn't make sense this side of heaven. But should it? Would heaven hold it's beautiful appeal if we could understand the how's and the why's and the pain and the suffering down here? Would the Gospel mean anything to us if all this tragedy made any sort of sense? Would the cross hold any meaning? Would we need hope?

I have more questions than answers right now, but at the end of the day I draw strength from the small beauties like a droplet of rain on a tiny brave little clover growing out of the rocks after a brutal Winter. A miniature hereld that tells me, He sees it all. Maybe these rain drops are His own tears, because I know He too feels the deep pain of our hearts. Even when it feels so wrong and hopeless, He will and He does make all things beautiful in time. The glimpses of beauty here on earth tell me how wonderful and ecstatic heaven will be. We do have hope because Jesus paid it all.

For now, my heart breaks for Hudson Seth's family. Hug them tight, Jesus.

Please feel free to leave them some love here and join me in supporting them with comfort and prayer.