Mother’s Day Morning, on the anniversary of my Mom’s death in my own home, my phone rang about 8:00 am.  A good friend called in crisis saying he found his wife dead on the floor of their bedroom.  It was good to go to his home and help him through the initial shock.  But what a coincidence.  Or was it?   While his situation was different, I could understand.  How often does God use our own losses to help comfort others with similar ones?  He’s asked me to conduct the funeral which will take place next Monday evening.  

Life is so short for each of us.  Let’s treasure each day we have, love those around us while we can, and trust God with the rest.