Only You Know

Two nights ago I had a dream of Haiti.  I was walking through a village with a group of Americans and we passed by a hut.  It wasn't really a hut though because it had no roof, just a dirt floor with some posts and several women sitting or crouching on that floor.  One woman was laid in the lap of her daughter in the middle while her daughter fed her with a spoon.  She was badly burned and missing all four limbs, crying in pain.  It was so real that I woke up praying for this woman and kept praying in case she was real.  I wondered if the real Erica would have done anything or if she would have stood helplessly like dream Erica did.  I cannot say.

Last night, my friend lost her father.  We talked once about how blessed we were to have such great and honorable men as fathers and how the perfect man to marry would be a mix between a Bill Lee and a Dave Naylor.  I don't even have any words to say what the world has lost when it lost Dave.  I know God has a plan and a good plan, but sometimes real life is just too real.  Sometimes I just can't see why.
How many hearts must be broken?  How many tears must be shed?  How many children must die?
Before you come again?
Only you know.