The home of the Pennsylvania family after the fire.
I can't even imagine facing such a loss. I can't imagine waking up the next morning with no baby to nurse, with only one child begging for attention instead of eight. I can't imagine how empty that mother's arms must feel, how she will feel as she lowers seven children into the ground.
Being a mom is so hard. There are days that I just don't think I can do it anymore. Days when Megan's eye-rolling and foot-stamping drive me to the edge. Days when I lose it because Drew complains about what I made for dinner. Days when I cry because AJ said something that hurt my feelings. Days when Kaybelle empties out my jewelry box again, and I want to scream. Days that I can barely function because Melody was up all night crying.
But to lose all of that in an instant? To lose their smiles and laughter and hugs and kisses and constant chatter? To lose their dirty faces and holey jeans and smudged glasses and messy hair? I can't fathom it.
Life is fleeting. Everything can change in an instant, but we must not worry about tomorrow.
So today, we will practice what to do in case the fire alarm goes off. And we will write to our five Compassion kids. And we will eat pizza and laugh together. And we will do math problems and play make believe. And I will be thankful for the five blessings that God has entrusted into my care. And I will remember that even when tragedy strikes, my God is still good. My God is still just. My God has a purpose for everything that happens.
Will you join me in praying for the Clouse family?