I attended the memorial service for my friend's son this morning. It was heartbreaking. The church was packed with people who loved him and loves his family. Stories were shared about his life and what became evident to me was that he was someone that I would have really liked to have known. On the way back to my office I told the coworker I went with that I wish I'd known him. I think he and I would have hit it off and could have been friends. He seemed loving, spontaneous, thoughtful, and brave. Despite what depression robbed him of, he seemed to have lived a full life, one surrounded by family and friends. My heart breaks at what is a colossal waste. This was a young man who served our country, loved his family, and followed after Christ.
I hate depression and what it steals from people, what it stole from me. It is straight from the pit of hell and could only be a scheme of our enemy. I cannot wait for the day when the Lord Jesus Christ banishes him and all of his evil doings into the fire for all eternity.
And then there's the good part of my day. I spoke with my same coworker about my idea to write a book on being single. She herself is 50 and never married. She was very enthusiastic about my idea and gave me some suggestions on research materials and other single people to talk to. I am so encouraged by our talk and have begun the process of writing and researching. I am eager to see where this all leads...
And so this has been my day, one that has been marred by grief at the passing of someone who fell prey to the depravity of depression and yet one that has brought the promise of a new venture. God's hand has been clearly visible to me today in both situations. It's truly a sacred moment when God meets you in the midst of tragedy and when He invites you into what He is doing.
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