The Cross(ing)

I woke up this morning and hopped onto FB to find out if the little girl swept off the rocks at Betty's Bay on Saturday afternoon has been found. Just seven, a big wave, gone. So very sad for her parents who are asking all the "what if" questions and living the "if only".

Life is so very fragile. I've waved my family off this morning. No guarantees that the small (very annoying da-da-tee-da-whoop-punch-sister boy) will throw himself into my arms later. Kisses at all times are mandatory for everyone in our home. So are hugs, and we are working on patience. Especially for purple-bottomed frogs (aka daughters who hop out of the room wearing purple leggings and not much else).

Thank you to 247 Prayer for sending your email this morning. It helps with perspective in a world that holds both purple bottom frogs and little girls lost. Feeling daunted? Even in their despair, that family is thanking the teams searching. Giving strength to those who come to comfort them. Now that is "no greater love". I am awed. They are living this out in a world of waves crashing onto rocks...

Whatever is going on in the world, fix your eyes on Jesus, and be a hope-bringer to the world. Irrespective of everything else, the Vision is Jesus.

And that, I believe, is also our hope. That little girls lost and purple bottom frogs are safe in His arms, even if we cannot hold them in our arms. In less than the time it took for one wave to wash that one rock, they can be in His arms, carried to safety. 

Such joy. Such pain. 

This is the Cross(ing).