Rest Little One...

I received a phone call Sunday morning.

I was out of town...out of state even. I stared at the unknown number debating if I should answer. I nearly didn't.

It was a phone call that nobody ever wants to be on the receiving end of.

Even when not directly related, you never want to hear news like this.

The death of a child...

The unexpected death of a precious little 21 month old little angel girl.

It's just ...well how can it be anything other than just WRONG.

Friday morning I will go to my church, hold a grandma's hand whose heart is breaking over the loss of her grand-daughter. I will love the momma whose life will never be the same now that her home is minus one child, and I will hug the little boy...the 4 year old little boy who is missing his little sister.

And then I will come home and have a good ol' fashioned stern "talking-to" to God about His choices on giving and taking away as He chooses.

I will love my children as they come home from school, and I will think of my other children, my own 3 babies in heaven...and how they have a new playmate with them now.

It doesn't make it any easier, but it does make me smile...just a little.

And that's all I can manage right now.