Sometimes it just won't make sense

There is a time for everything, yet it seems most of this time doesn't make sense. This time
on earth is cloudy with a chance of confusion and only the lamp to light our feet.

My dear friend's unborn baby died last night. My dear sweet sister has
been in the battle of a life time for the life of her oldest daughter. Little Lauren
is battling a brain tumor, and now Hilary and Gordon are battling the darkness
of losing this precious baby. And all we can do is battle on our knees for them
against the prince of darkness who comes to rob, steal and destroy.
I can't wrap my brain around this. But I do know that I must continue to
pray for them, so that the mortal enemy of their souls won't get a foot hold.

It is a time to pray. It is a time to seek God's eternal kingdom, where every tear
will be wiped away. There is a growing desire for living outside of time, where
the life's pain can't reach and where holy perfection resides.

A Time for Everything
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.

But for now, as life continues to not make sense and death continues to bite and sting, we must find time to pray.