There's Always Something

In the last few days I've had the fortunate unfortunate opportunity to witness two families go through death of a dear one.  One death left behind a young man who's now the man of the house.  The other leaving behind a family who will never hear his tiny voice cry or laugh.  In these deaths I saw the beauty of Life. For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them. Matthew 18:20 ESV A young man, now fatherless, stood awkwardly in a suit and tie.  Overnight, he's been forced to become the man of the house, feeling the responsibility for the care and protection of his mother.  This afternoon, he has already assumed this role.  Standing tall, ready to receive guests, shaking hands, accepting condolences.  A group he recognizes arrives, teens dressed carefully, not sure whether to smile or seem sad.  One by one, they shake his hand, hug him tight, offer their quiet, broken, uncertain words of comfort.  They smile when he...