I don’t know why I have to be so sensitive. Ever since my last post, I keep thinking how scared my friend’s wife must be. I have cried for her as I read her blog, and I don’t even know her. Then I think about my friend and the two children and what they must be going through as well.
I guess I just take things to heart too much. Years ago, a co-worker had a stillborn baby. There aren’t many things more heartbreaking than an infant casket. I walked into the service and almost turned around and left, but I stayed because if my co-worker had to be there and it was HER child in there, I could do it. So, I took my Kleenex and made it through.
Sensitivity and empathy are good things. My husband has always said I have a pastor’s heart, so I suppose this is why God has me where I am. Sure doesn’t make it any easier.