This morning was the burial service.
I hadn’t seen the father of the girl for a while.
He didn’t come to the funeral service last night.
But i saw him today.
And i couldn’t even begin to imagine what he must have been going through.
Literally, it looked like his life was sucked out from him.
He could barely walk or move. And he just look like he was going to pass out at any moment.
As natural as death is to life, it’s unnatural that a parent has to his/her child.
Though there is nothing i can do for the girl who passed away, there is a family there who needs, not just my support and love, but everyone else’s.
I always feel that my calling was bigger than who i am, but it becomes more evidently clear in moments like these.
This is why i know that ministry is something that humans can’t do alone.
by the grace of God…