We wonder

I can't help thinking about the poor workers that lost their lives Friday in the workplace shooting

I think about them-- ready to leave work-- possibly for a long weekend

Maybe big plans- maybe just some time off -- time to spend with family- perhaps some shopping or just some binge watching of their favorite tv show

We all know death will come-- we all know it's a part of life-- a part we don't prefer to think about too often--

I offer no special insights today on death or any philosophy on life

Only a disconnect of emotions- of wondering as a Christian about what seems sometimes like randomness and disorder

About my prayers for my loved ones sorrows to be small-- and does my small as a mustard seed faith depend on my unwavering faith-- or as I believe God gives personal faith-- the amount we happen to have at any given moment

I know somewhere in my heart it's useless to ponder and ultimately detrimental to our existence to live with one eye open -- waiting to receive that horrible call

That senseless message that our lives here have been forever altered- forever scarred

Only His healing touch can reach such pain