While sitting here in the middle of the majestic Rocky Mountains, I received the most gut wrenching phone call of my life. It was my precious friend of 19 years, Kim. Kim and I have walked through so much together. Much of it is unimaginable. We have been each others prayer partners, accountability partners, we've laughed together, worshiped together, grieved together, and cried together many times. But nothing in life has prepared me for the phone call I got from her today.
As I listened to the voicemail, panic sat in. Kim said to me, with a shaky voice, "Kim PLEASE! Call me as soon as you can. Adam died today." Adam is Kim's oldest son. He died of a blood clot. I am not sure of his exact age, but he was in his early 30's. Adam was married, and had one young son.
As I called her back, we just cried together. All she could say was "How can I bury my son? HOW CAN I BURY MY SON???" What do you say to that? My heart is breaking in two. I am hundreds of miles away from my precious friend, feeling incredibly helpless. How will she bury her son? What can I say? What can I do? How will we cross through this dark time together? Has God equipped me to comfort my friend through this?
Kim's last words to me on the phone today haunt me as I am writing... "I am not worried about making it through the next couple of days. I am worried about making it through the rest of my life."
Please pray for my beloved friend. Pray for her family. I don't even know what to ask you to pray for them. God will put it in your heart as you pray.
Hold your kids extra close. Enjoy every moment. And don't sweat the little stuff. In the grand scheme of life, all that matters is God. Life is all about Him. Even in this dark time, my lips will praise Him.
I love you all!
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