Somehow we all know what it is, and yet we ask it anyway. We should know better...we DO know better...and yet it slips from our tongues before we can hold it back..."What else can possibly happen?" OOPS!! I've asked it!! I knew better!!!

     My son calls today, clearly distraught. The house of fun he lives in has had tragedy strike it today. My heart breaks for a little life that has been snuffed out all too soon. I know a little soul is being cradled in the loving arms of the Father, but my soul still anguishes. I didn't even know the little 9 month old baby that died this morning in a bed with, I'm assuming, it's parents, I don't know. Michael called and said the child died of suffocation under the blankets.

     Can we come stay with you? No. My heart rips from my chest. He has made bad choices. He has to face hard consequences. Does this get easier? Please tell me yes. Or don't tell me at all, I don't want to think about it...