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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Musings of the Smart Girl with Pink Hair and High Heels (Senselessness)

Her death was so out of the blue. She was so young, so how could she have had enough time? How is it fair that she should die so young?
She had so much more life to live. I am guessing the burning fire in her heart, with the passion to live, couldn’t withstand the betrayal of her body.
What is the plan in all of this? I know there is one, but why let her die so young?
In the scope of life, she was just a baby. She was innocent and just trying to find herself like the rest of us.
She wanted to become a doctor. Why couldn’t she have lived, so she could save lives? She would have made a difference in this world and left a great legacy.
She loved music. She played her violin all the time, but she was also accomplished at playing the piano. Why cut that short? Music always touches people’s lives.
It was said at the funeral that she had come and done what she had needed to do. She had completed all she could and it was her time to go home.
I miss her.
But I can’t find comfort. I prayed so hard for Jesus to save her. To let her live to make the decision for heaven or to welcome he in his warm and healing embrace, but I don’t know what was in her heart. I want so badly to say she is living in joy and peace now, but I can’t say that because I don’t know.
Everyone is comforted by the fact she is in heaven, but I am so worried we could be wrong. But, what a cruel world it would be if one as great as her couldn’t be welcomed into the kingdom. If she couldn’t have just had one more chance…
Where is she?
Why did she have to die?

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