Today has been rough.
Last night, right when we walked in the house after being on a week long vacation, Roger got a call. I walked into the back bedroom to find him bent over, tears streaming down his face, the phone to his ear.
I walked out of the room, shut the door and began putting the kids to bed as I prayed silently.
Roger appeared in the door way.
"there has been a bad car accident."
A young man, in his 30's, who is a member of our small church family was in a very bad accident and didn't make it.
Roger left to go pray with the family while I put the kids to bed.
i couldn't stop crying.
It is just awful.
I have no words.
I am in shock.
This morning (sunday) before the service, Roger announced the awful news. The whole congregation stood up, held hands and prayed for the family.