Just when you thought you've got it all figured out, something happens that rocks your world. We're singing Blessed Be Your Name this Sunday, but this line will be all the harder to sing.
This post is dedicated to an acquaintance of mine in the teaching fraternity. Her boyfriend passed away this week after battling to survive a massive stroke. There was little sign that such severe haemorrage was going to happen - he was a young man of below 30 - though there was the odd complaint of headaches.
It reminds me of the fragility of our lives and the futility of our plans. May we continue to live our lives as if each day was our last, that when we meet God face to face, we can say that we were faithful with what we were given.