Across the Street

A friend of mine wrote on facebook today, "To think my kids are just across the street!"

Umm, yeah, so is Joshua.

One of the bus drivers discovered a body in a church parking lot, across the street from where Joshua attends school. The primary and upper elementary grades are across the street, and the jr & sr high kids are at the school wing of the church building itself; the bus drivers drop the little ones off first and then go to the secondary school to drop off the big kids, then park the busses for the day.  Thankfully, there were no children on the bus at the time of the discovery.

Now, you have to understand, our town/city/whatever you want to call it is *not* ghetto by nature or anything like that... but really?  In the snowbank of a church parking lot?

My word...

I'm in a bit of shock tonight after finding this out via facebook... hopefully the link doesn't expire, but if it does, here's the gist:

Shelly Patterson, 47 years old, volunteer for MADD, was killed by a drunk driver on the weekend. Her husband of almost 28 years, Jim, is still in hospital with much recovery ahead of him. She also leaves behind 4 children and two grandchildren (one of whom is due to arrive in 3 months).

This family lived right next door to us when we lived in Daysland. What a shocker for the community. I can't even come up with the words... only groanings of intercession for the family...

I was going to blog on something else tonight, but I guess it can wait. Somehow it seems trivial now.

O God, do as only You can do. Heal as only You can heal. Restore as only You can restore. Minister as only Your Spirit can minister... use Your people.... Hold them, Father...