Our Good Good Shepherd
When I was twelve years old, I attended the funeral for my 5-year-old cousin, Ronda, who had died of cancer. As difficult as that time was, it did not compare with the loss of both parents just three weeks apart last spring. I had a living hope that this separation was only temporary, and I would see them again. I claimed many promises from Scripture to sustain me, but I still sorrowed because my heart was broken.
And I let the sorrow overtake me…