It would seem that God knows when I need him most, because he gets me up early to read Scriptures and pray in preparation of a day I would hardly make it through otherwise.
This morning started off great, a beautiful Monday morning after a great weekend of camping and feeling pretty rested. Even with the news of the house for sale, things seemed to be going alright. I spent an awesome morning with God praying through friends and relationships and different situations, it was a good start to the day.
At about 8:20 this morning I had a nagging feeling that my grandfather wasn't okay and almost cried, although I didn't know why. I knew my grandfather was sick as he moved into a care home a few weeks ago, but I didn't know how sick. When I came home from work tonight I got the following message from my mom "I got a call from Switzerland, please call me". My fingers were trembling and tears were streaming down my face when I finally got a hold of my mom all I could say was "Grossvati died, didn't he?" The rest of tonight is pretty much a blur.
Too much is going on that I just wouldn't be able to handle if I did not believe in God as my comfort. I'm really in shock and I just don't know what to do or say or think. Right about now I would like a break from it all.