In Memory of Jack Donaldson, Age 12

I hate God's perspective stick.

Hate it.

This week was hard for me, I found myself exhausted by Tuesday and pushing to make it through each day and night, and yesterday I decided to take a break from blogging.  Something had to give, and this little piece of my world would be it for a week or so.  I was tired,  and now I'm sick, so it turns out a break from little tensions might have been a good idea.

But that break is over because my heart is hurting for a woman I have never met. Hurting beyond passing fatigue and pressures of everyday life.

I have to share this here, because it's the only venue I have to spill beyond the tears already spilling from my eyes.

Perspective?  Today I logged into facebook to learn that a fellow blogger's son had drowned in a creek in the DC area.  I've been reading her blog for about two years now, she is talented, funny, creative, self-deprecating and normal.  Her kids are annoying, funny, bright, well-loved, and beautiful.   Her writing was always honest and real.

Her son has died.  That's truly more real than I can stand.

In the Washington Post article I found about Jack's death, his mom was quoted:

“He said he didn’t understand why people were afraid to die,” Anna Donaldson said, “because heaven is such a great place.”

So often in life, on blogs and facebook, we ask for prayers.  I'm sitting here, states away from the mother and family of this beautiful boy, asking for the same for them.  Hoping and praying that the faith this boy held onto so strongly holds them right back as they begin to grieve a loss they will feel for their lifetimes.

Praying is all I can do for them, but I believe it matters, it matters most.  Jack is firmly in Jesus' arms and now knowing for certain what he expressed to his mom.  Heaven is the best.