I wanted to add some words to this white space before I forget how to post. Please forgive my absence.
The sparrow has not fallen out of the nest. The sparrow has not so decreased her calorie intake making her too anemic to write. The sparrow is not taking a very long nap.
The sparrow has been processing some very difficult friend-of-the-family-tragic-accident news.
Praying, Reading. Crying. Running (make that jogging).
A lot for a sparrow to process. A lot for a sparrow to watch her children process.
After two weeks on this journey, here in part is where I end up.
Ask the right question. Although it is not unspiritual to ask "why" - it will never bring hope. Instead, ask the "what" question. Now that this has happened, God, what do you want us to do with it?
There is a world of purpose, hope, and peace in getting the question right.
"My peace I give to you. Don't let your hearts be troubled or afraid."
Sparrow chooses to fly with the What.
No longer tongue-tied. But free to boldly share purpose and hope and comfort and God's greatness in the midst of a sorrowing accident.
To Jeremy - you've got a sparrow praying friend. But better - you've got a very Big God.