Life

Some say it is precious, some don't wish to have even one more minute of it.

Some live it to the fullest, some never really experience it.

Some appreciate every breath, some take every breath for granted.

Some say each life is equally valuable, others believe theirs is worth more than others.

But life, existence, this thing we do everyday is hard. It is complicated. It hurts. Some days it hurts like hell. It is sad, lonely, and discouraging. It can rip at your very core.

The thing I have been wondering lately is how we keep going?

You know, my quick answer is Jesus. But my life has been so easy, so sheltered, so simple.

But how does someone who doesn't have a Savior make it through the next minute, the next hour, the next day?

I have a beautiful, precious friend named Lindsay. Her life is hard, much harder than mine has ever been, even for a second. She is one of the most loving and compassionate people I know. She always gets me thinking about something I had never stopped to question before.

Some days I go to her blog to make sure she is still alive. That is how treacherous her life is. Everytime I think of Lindsay I pray that God would send someone to shelter her, someone to protect her, someone to love her.

When I went to her blog today, I was instantly enraged with God. Why wasn't He sending someone to save her, protect her, shelter her, love her?

Tonight he answered me.




"I am."

He loves you Lindsay.
He died for you, to save you.
He protected you.
He can be your refuge and strength.
He loves you, more than you will ever know.