Be Our Everything.

She rocked slowly in her rocking chair and played with her fingers in a way that showed how helpless she felt. She chattered on about the funeral arrangements, about her boys smile, and how they had told her he hadn't suffered.

Last night I laid in bed and had memories drifting through my head of babysitting in a quiet house years ago. Three little heads on their pillows after an evening of a movie and a snack. The mom was always so organized - the kitchen was spotless, the pajamas were already out, and the instructions clear. I never had a problem with those little kiddies. Two brothers and a little sister.

But, now there is one less. They have grown up quite a few years since I babysat. But, as his older brother said, "Why now? Why so young?" That's a good question.

As the rocking chair made its slow lullaby she said with hallow eyes, "As a parent you always wonder what it would be like to lose a child and you know it would be awful, but it's even worse than I knew. It's even worse than I knew it would be."

The tears. Oh the sadness. When will this be over, Lord? So many questions; so many hurting hearts. All there is to do is hug, pray, support with words and sometimes with silence. But the Lord will be the best thing for those hurting hearts because in the dark of the night, that is who is going to be there.

So, Lord - be their Comfort. Their Peace.