Life can hurt sometimes. Tragedies take place and they are far beyond our understanding. Today I attended a funeral that left a nine year old boy without his mother. Before Todd and I moved out to Utah three years ago, I worked at the Dover Shores Community Center as a recreational counselor. I was a first grade counselor in the after school program and one of the children under my care was Rashad. Rashad had so much energy and was full of life. The boy I saw today was hurt and in pain. It breaks my heart to think of the situation. I am grateful for the faith of Rashad's family and that he has loving aunts and a grandma to support him and take care of him. I pray for Rashad's family as they have lost a daughter, sister, mother, and friend. I pray often for Rashad specifically, that he will have strength and courage in life. That he will find happiness and that he will lead a good life. I can't imagine what he is going through right now. I wish I were still a part of his life, that I could do something for him. So I pray for Rashad, not knowing what else to do. So these next few days and weeks as Rashad moves forward with his family, extra prayers and thoughts are welcome. He is a precious boy, a child of our Heavenly Father, and I pray he will know how special and loved he is.
Rashad and I at morning S.P.A.R.K.
