
The day began like any other day, nothing really notable happened just an average day if their is such a thing anymore. In a moment that would all change with a phone call. The phone call nobody wants to get ever, much less at the beginning of the dark hours of night. But is there really a good hour to suffer a deep and painful loss of a child?
As human beings we get these idea in our heads that the old die first and the young will live to be old. That has not been my experience, I have suffered the loss of what many would consider pre-mature death a couple of times in my life, this is how I have learned to accept the unacceptable.

God is Sovereign ( The Authority ) He is in complete control of all things, He does what He wants, when He wants, and how He wants, for his pleasure. The very God mentioned in Genesis chapter 1 does not make mistakes. It is His plan not mine and there in lays the battle.

Like it or not our society programs us to believe in the power of self through media and peer pressure. God says we can never understand God’s Wisdom, but we can ask for an understanding of His plan for our lives. We only have to do one simple thing, perhaps the hardest simple thing that a human being can do…. surrender self-reliance, our will power and the idea that we have the intelligence to run our lives successfully much less the world! Only in the quietness of your thoughts will you know if that’s true for you or not.

Out of what seems to be a horrible mistake, a life gone to soon, According to God’s plan and Will it was right on time. He is never early, never late He is always on time. In the loss we find the real value of any person, place or in thing in our lives. So it is in loss I look forward to the people, places, and things that still are, I take up those qualities in that persons life that I admired and apply them to my life that way I never have to be without them. Oddly enough that’s what I’m learning to do in my relationship with Christ is to be more like Him and less like me.
Rest in peace Stacy Ann, also my mother Gwen Irene.





















