The past two weeks have been an emotional roller
coaster. When people you interact with on
an almost daily basis suffer a loss you feel it too. It’s inevitable.
My daughter has a few friends she sees outside of school and
gymnastics. One of those friends has
gone through the unimaginable. Her
parents and siblings have been in a nonstop cycle of shock, prayer and grief. They lost their son, and my daughter’s friend
lost her twin brother.
When I first heard what happened, I immediately went back to
a week before, when I picked my daughter up from their house. She had a sleepover, and when I arrived there
was homemade French toast on the counter.
The kids were still in pajamas. I
admired their newly renovated bathroom.
I can still see myself in the house, the sun shining outside
the windows. There was happiness. It was all around us.
This family is loving and fun, supportive and
hardworking. I adore them. This was a
house I knew my daughter felt at home in, and she always came home with a
smile.
The past two weeks have been consumed with praying for this
family, loving them and doing whatever we can to alleviate any obstacles. I have witnessed them grow in their faith,
and it has been a testimony to thousands.
When tragedy struck their family, they immediately turned to God. They embraced him with all their might, and
even though His plan wasn’t what any of us would have chosen, at the end of the
day we aren’t in charge.
And somehow they accepted that. Through tears and grief and wishes for better
times, they accepted it. No one would
have blamed them for turning away from God.
It’s easy to do.
But they didn’t, and I can say with certainty witnessing
them struggle through this storm has been life changing. The little stuff does
not matter. I’ve seen what the big stuff
is, and trust me, it’s okay to let the little stuff go.
Life has so many wonderful blessings, and we need to focus
on them. Turn away from stressful and negative people and circumstances. Hug your kids. Tell them you love them. Spend time as a family and turn those
electronics off.
Since this tragedy struck we have had two family game
nights and more family dinners. We went
to the park, rode bikes, played outside and kept eachother close.
Which is as it should be.
I’ve told my kids for a few years now that this isn’t
heaven. This is, unfortunately, where
the bad stuff happens. But if we hold
tight to Jesus we will one day get to heaven, where everything is roses. Satan can’t reach us there.
The loss of a child hits every community hard. I have never in my 36 years seen anyone
handle it as gracefully as this family.
The love and support that surrounded them was insurmountable, and their
faith was (and is) rock solid.
This family has demonstrated, without question, amazing
grace.
Please continue to pray for the Shipman family.