They say death puts things in perspective. It certainly leaves the living thinking their small troubles hardly compare to those of the bereaved. Then we add guilt to trouble and hide our tears because they wouldn't be fair. But perhaps God has spared us this trial because he wants us to learn -- from how another deals with trials, or perhaps from the trials he's already given us.
The death of a friend is huge. It must loom so impossibly for his family. I mourn with them. And I still cry at night for my own small troubles too. Does that make me small or just human?
Perhaps I should wake up and pray when I cry in the night.
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If someone can be "taken too soon," does that imply there's a right time? My dad certainly thought so. He told my mum not to be scared of him having another heart attack. If he did and she didn't know what to do, she should trust God was well aware of that fact and had chosen the timing perfectly. He said he would go when God wanted him to -- neither too soon nor too late. Will I trust like my dad?