I hate calling hours. I hate funerals. I hate death. I don't hate many things, but I do hate those things. I hate the emptiness. I hate the loneliness. I hate the unanswered questions. It's life, I know, but I hate it. I hate the bitterness. I hate the longing. I hate the "what-ifs." Most of all, I hate attacks from the devil. I really do.
Eventually it will get better; we will move past the grief, past the questions, past the shock. Eventually. Not today...but someday soon. Until then we trust all things to the Lord's care.
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