On Sunday night when we got home from Grandma's house, our neighborhood was packed with cars. Upon closer look, I saw that many of them were police cars. I groaned, assuming that someone probably got robbed. I went inside and talked online with a neighbor friend and discovered that it was much worse than a robbery. In fact, I wish the whole neighborhood had been robbed, including our house, rather than this most devastating news.
The older brother of one of Joshua's friends who lives diagonally from us - a child we see each day walking to school and has played at our house - had a terrible accident and passed away that evening. I was so upset, I literally couldn't sleep that night. My stomach rolled, my heart grieved, and my mind raced. I prayed for his parents, I prayed for his siblings, I prayed for my own children's safety, and I prayed for all the broken-hearted folks who were missing this young boy...I prayed and I prayed and I prayed.
I also thought about how Christmas really isn't about big meals, lots of presents, or money we have or don't have. It was a time of reflection on what matters the most in life. God sent His One and Only Son so we may have eternal life and hope even after we pass. And, I realized our moments on earth may come to an end quicker than we expect, so each minute is a gift that we should use wisely in telling our loved ones just how much they mean to us and how much we love them.
That night I went in to my boys' room and watched them sleep a little while. The next morning, when they woke up I snuggled with them and told them that I loved them more than they could ever know. And I tried to let go of any "expectations" of what Christmas should look and feel like. Instead, we tried just to enjoy the moments. Each day is a gift.
Out of our grief for our neighbors, I've put in the obituary that was in this morning's paper of the spunky and sweet boy whose life came to an end far too soon. I'm struggling with what and how to tell my children - pray for wisdom for us, for understanding for them, and please please pray for Riley's family during this time. His younger brother Peyton is Joshua's age, and I can't imagine how he must feel! And I honestly can't imagine what his parents must be feeling either.
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