Cancer.

I am so overwhelmed tonight. There are so many youngsters who get this awful disease and eventually, it seems, it's just something that doesn't go away. My friend Tabitha's son is a year out of high school. The docs don't give him long. The little girl, Talia, passed away today. I know that, no matter what happens in any of our lives, God is on the Throne and He reigns. I know that. But I can't help but crave an answer. Why can't they live? Why can't they grow old and enjoy their life and develop their talents? And all of a sudden, I'm reminded that even though we go through some pretty tragic happenings, the only way to survive is to rest on His shoulders. I grieve for precious Tabitha. My soul aches for her and for her family. My prayer is that God invades their thoughts and their souls and their hearts, and absolutely wraps them in His love. That's what it is to be held. And I know that I would be nowhere without Him. And His very unconditional love. I also know that He weeps. He weeps for us. He knows every pain, every suffering we have. He weeps. ,