I don’t even know how to start this… Can I be tired of this? Seriously? I got a call Tuesday morning… really, I didn’t want a call Tuesday morning. I sure didn’t want this call.

I have a friend… sweet, soft spoken, funny, feisty. She is a joy to be around. She is a thinker, a worshiper. She is a writer and an encourager. I love to see her smiling face when I walk into church. She is a mom of a 15 year old daughter and a six year old son. They are her joy.

Two years ago she was told she had stomach cancer. I watched her walk that road with a quiet dependence on her Lord and Savior. I watched her question her God. I watched her find her answers in the love of a Savior. I watched her grow stronger. I watched her drop a lot of weight. I watched her learn a new way to eat.

With all that has gone on over the several months, I have not been to church much… which means I have not been to our Sunday School class. I think I saw her in October… maybe early November.

So I got a call Tuesday morning. Shawn had gone on to be with her Savior late Monday night. She left her sweet husband, and two beautiful children to struggle on without the loving arms of their Momma. To finish growing up with only memories of their Momma’s kisses. It’s not right. I don’t understand it. I have to trust Jesus is in control.

And I have to miss my friend.