So many funerals, so little time. Not quite, but by this time next week, I'll have been to two in 11 days... all while watching updates everyday about multiple funerals in Newtown. I feel like I've been to a funeral every day since last Friday, and it's exhausting.
Living in this constant state of sadness isn't the point of life. God gave us life, to rejoice and live it fully for Him. Sure, there will be times of sadness, but we still need to rejoice the Lord gave us life at all.
My mom and I are being coerced into going to SK for Christmas then yet another funeral, this one for my cousin's husband who suddenly died this morning. This one's hard for me though, because I haven't seen any of my SK family since my cousin's wedding in... '07? '08? A long time ago, regardless. (This is also the same cousin whose husband just died, for the record.)
I'm also missing the End of the World/Farewell Dan&Lisa Potluck at my church in Leth, and that hurts, too. I'm missing time with people who love God and who love me unconditionally and who encourage me simply by looking at me and smiling, to spend time with people who haven't spoken to me in nearly 5 years and who believe I'm fat and lazy and will never amount to anything in my life (this isn't an assumption on my part; I've been told variations on the previous statement by multiple people on multiple occasions). Which of these two is my family, do you suspect? Either way, you're right.
I have no choice but to keep on keepin' on.
God is good. All the time. God is good.
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