realizing what’s important, and trying to forget about what’s not

Last Friday, a precious little 11-year-old girl in my church went Home to be with Jesus.

She was taken quickly, in a boating accident. No warning.

Her death has shaken our church to the core, because, as my pastor said:

“Parents aren’t supposed to bury their children; Children are supposed to bury their parents.”

We search for comfort in the knowledge that this little girl knew Jesus as her personal Savior, and that we shall see her beautiful, smiling face again.

But it still hurts.

Today I was tasked with scanning pictures from her very short lifetime into our computer at work so that our Associate Pastor can make a video for her funeral.I didn’t know this little girl personally, but as I traveled through her life in pictures, her death became much more personal. Who was this girl searching for eggs on Easter Sunday? Who was this girl making donuts with her mommy? Who was this girl snuggling her younger siblings?

I may not have known her, but many do. Many have been touched by her legacy of faith. The light of Christ was evident in her life at such a young age. I pray that I too would leave such a legacy behind.

Her family needs prayer. Our church needs prayer. But we do not grieve as those without hope. For we WILL see her again one day. Thanks be to God.

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4 Responses to “realizing what’s important, and trying to forget about what’s not”


  1. 1 melissa July 29, 2009 at 6:39 am

    this is when we can be thankful. although our hearts are breaking and we don’t understand – we have hope. and peace that passes understanding.
    we’ll be praying.
    so sorry.

  2. 2 Lynne July 29, 2009 at 9:16 am

    It really is sad! She had a beautiful smile that she wore all the time, and she was such a sweetheart. I can’t fathom the depth of her parents’ grief right now, although I’ve been imagining it since we found out Friday night and that has kept me crying each day. She is perfect and at peace now, but for her family who is left behind to cope with the loss, I grieve.

  3. 4 Joe Pulcinella July 29, 2009 at 6:51 pm

    I can’t even imagine and I hope I never can.


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