I find myself wanting to write SOMETHING tonight, but completely lacking words. After what had been a pretty fantastic week, this weekend has pretty much been one emotional mess after another. The latest of which has been my dear friends losing their baby boy, just 3 weeks after he was born.

It's not right. It's not fair. No one should have to go through what they are going through. We had the honor and privilege of sitting with them, praying with them, holding and kissing their baby and saying goodbye together. Dave and I were in awe to have been invited into that sacred space in these friends' lives.

But man.... what do you say? What do you do? How is it that we get to come home and go to bed in relative peace and comfort while our friends are kept awake by their tears?

Sometimes I think that becoming a grown-up is WAY overrated.