I’ve been having a heavy week. My mom called me last Friday to tell me that my Uncle passed away of a stroke. I hadn’t known him that well, they live in Australia and I’d been there only once to visit them, when I was small. Still, it was saddening.
Then on Saturday I checked in on one of my blogger friends (wheat among tares), and discovered that she had been diagnosed with breast cancer.
Then I was reminded again of how fragile we are by Philip Yancey, who spoke at the Tyndale President’s Dinner on Tuesday night.
So right now, rather than retreat into myself and shut down as I am prone to do, as I am wont to do, as they would say… I am going to fight. I am going to fight against this darkness that would threaten to overtake me, to overtake us all with sadness, and I will fight the only way I know how. Before God in prayer.