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Loss, Grieving and Hope


My little community has suffered another blow to its heart.  

This week we have celebrated the short life of a baby whose personality endeared her to so many.  Her very young parents grieved loss at so many levels.  

Today a young woman in our community was killed in a wreck and stepped foot into eternity leaving her parents, siblings, friends and community in shock.  I'm at a loss.

The young woman whose divorce is final this week is suffering a deep loss.

I think of the sweet young Mom, I met today, whose son was born with a disability crying tears of loss and worry.

 Raw and ragged.

Wounded.  Broken.  Devastated.  Exhausted.  Worried and Anxious.  Fearful.   

Stripped.

And yet...we cling to Hope.

Still...we hope.

While we grieve...we hope.

Always...we will HOPE! 

What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? 

He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?  Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies.  Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us.  

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written:
“For your sake we face death all day long;
    we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.”
 
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.   
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers,  neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.  
Romans 8:31-29


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