I hurt so bad, physically hurt, for someone I barely knew, yet his family is so very close to my own. Family. A young man by the name of Trenton Wade Bass is now dancing on streets of gold. Only a year older than my own daughter.
She came home from work last night, after working a 10 hour shift, to find that her friend was gone. She had not spoken to him for some time, but yet it did not lessen the pain any at all. She cried herself to sleep. It was early morning hours of today before she wearily close her eyes in rest.
I was a bridesmaid in this young man's parent's wedding. The ties go way back! Way back to even before I was ever thought of. My own father becoming friends with Trent's grandfather in his childhood. Family is without bloodline.
So this morning, without much sleep, but as is the custom, I found myself going back to God's holy writ. I found myself reading these words.
Psalm 62:5-8
My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him. He only is my rock and my salvation: he is my defence; I shall not be moved. In God is my salvation and my glory: the rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God. Trust in him at all times; ye people, pour out your heart before him: God is a refuge for us. Selah.
If we live long enough we will have trial and heartache. I'm not yet 40, and I have known my share. I know not how many days we all have--or I have--to linger here on this beautiful earth God has so graciously given. I want to make every day count. Every day count for my great, big, glorious, gracious, splendorous God. Truly He is the God of all refuge.
So, Trent, this is not "Good-bye"...you are not really gone, only out of sight for a little while. See you on the other side of Heaven's Gate. In the meantime, would you just look over Heaven's portal every once in a while...to cheer other young people on toward the Kingdom that awaits them? I know you will. :) :)
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