five minute friday:: BREAK (version 2)
Five Minute Friday is a community wherein a one-word prompt is announced over at Kate Motaung’s site and then whoever wants to write about it does. A free-write for five minutes flat: no editing, no over-thinking, no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation.
Here is this week’s prompt:
P.S. I already wrote a response to this earlier today, but now I just found out some news that has me weeping and I wanted to write again:
I just found out that Kara Tippets passed away last weekend. Oh, goodness….
But, goodness gracious, how they must be aching.
I am aching and I never even met her! Like so many others, I came across her story when she posted a letter on Ann Voskamp’s site to Brittany Maynard when Brittany was front-running the Death With Dignity Act. I was immediately drawn to her honesty and frankness regarding her own impending death and her struggle with how to wrap her heart, her mind, and her faith around it. I hopped on Amazon and bought her book right away, gobbling it up as quick as I could when it arrived.
She is amazing. I love the title of her book: The Hardest Peace. I can only imagine how hard that must have been.
And here I am: healthy and well and I can hardly stomach the conversations J and I have regarding who should raise our children if we ever pass away. How many times have we ventured into that conversation only to end up in the end with me feeling literally nauseous at the thought of “What if someone besides me raised up these three incredible children???” It sickens me to think of not being there.
And of course we never know when our time will be up.
So all I can do is whisper prayers and somehow trust God that yes, He can even be depended on if I am no longer here on earth. Even then, He is good and trustworthy and capable and full of more love than I can imagine.
That thought is horrifying.
And Kara. Sweet Kara.
She bravely HAD to think those thoughts and live it out… And her last few posts in hospice and getting her hospital bed and no longer being able to rub feet with the love of her life while she sleeps… are simply breaking my heart and causing me to cry out to Jesus for her family—her dear husband, her precious children, for her friends….
…And selfishly I cry out to Jesus for my own family as well.
Lord Jesus, give us what we need. Help us, Lord. We need You. More desperately than we can ever put into words.
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What about you?
Do you know of Kara’s journey? How has it affected you?
Please feel free to share your story in the comment section below.