All Saints...

Yesterday was All Saints' Sunday - we ran a video with the names and pictures of those who have died over the past year here at Christ Church while the band sang Chris Rice's Untitled Hymn (Come to Jesus). It was beautiful and moving. Many were older, some were too young - all are loved and are missed dearly and it doesn't matter that I don't know any of them. We're in this together - when one mourns, we all mourn, at least a little.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Adding to the roll in my heart this week - a friend who lost her baby and her family who mourn with her, a grandfather (who was much like a father to this young man) who passed suddenly over the weekend.

Mourning lasts the night, but joy comes in the morning.

My friend Aaron (whose blog Aaron Rambles I read regularly) posted last week that his adopted baby Tobiah has some trouble with his heart here.

I'll be praying for Aaron and Marjorie and Corban and Tobiah.

His post reminded me of a little girl that we prayed for (and I mentioned a couple weeks ago) who was born with a heart problem, had open heart surgery and was failing to the point that the family was called in to remove life support.

But God is, as Aaron put it in his blog, "a God of miracles....a God who gets things done."

And about a year and a half or two years later, here she is: