Good morning…
On September 3rd, as we celebrated the new life born from the wedded union of our oldest son and his wife, one of Kyler’s Lovett School classmates died of cancer. In my memory, Pearce Howell and his twin sister Laura were gently kindhearted and quite talented athletically. He played baseball; she played soccer. The twins would have turned twenty-nine years old together next week. Pearce’s obituary is short, sweet and soulful.
Yet the hard, aching questions about how God is actively present in the diverse highs and lows of our lives lingers, enlarges and lays heavy on my heart. In the middle of this dark night, I intentionally breathe, deep and slow, pondering the immense weight of “Why?” and “What now?”
As family and inner circle friends celebrate the vibrant life of Pearce in a private service over the coming days, my eternal prayer is summed up in the words of Jeremiah 31:12b (EXB). This becomes my quiet hope. They will be like a garden that has plenty of water, and they will not ·be troubled [languish] anymore.
…Sue…
