15 Saturdays in a row

I've heard of a month of Sundays, but I never thought it was real.

Until now.

Almost.

The last 2 weeks have felt like a month of Saturdays. and Sundays. I've never had a stretch of time feel so painfully LONG!! The last two weeks have been one day after another after another of stuff; hard stuff. Heart stuff, and head stuff, church stuff and people stuff, job stuff, death stuff ... the list goes on and on and on.

I've sat here staring at this screen for ages and ages trying to figure out what to write; trying to figure out the words to say how the week was, how I feel like I've been on a roller coaster too many times in a row, how grief and death affect people.

I lost an aunt last week, to a battle with lung cancer. She never smoked, and that makes my mom mad. I think it's because cancer is so unfair. It gets people, even healthy people. People with lives, with families, with jobs and with grandkids. You cannot escape it -- death just happens, and cancer hits people when you least expect it. My aunt was 57, and diagnosed with cancer on January 24. This past Tuesday, we congregated for her funeral.

What do you say in response to that?

You can't. I can't. I don't think anyone can.

On Friday, my sister graduated from High school. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. My little sister looked like a princess with her gown and her sparkley hair. It was great to see her and her friends all dressed up, having fun and being grown up all at the same time. The weather was poor, but the day was great.

Like I said: I've been trying to find the words to write to explain this week, with it's ups and downs, and I can't. It's all I can to do trust God, knowing that he's got it all under control. And somehow, under his watchful eye, he'll turn this month of Saturdays into something beautiful.

But right now, this past month just seems like a wild ride.