The day after Kyle died, a friend of mine, Scott, from our church small group was hit by a car while he rode his bicycle. Already reeling and riddled by feelings of anger and confusion, this news sent me reeling even further. Needless to say, I was reintroduced to prayer in a new way: Faith and I devoted special time towards it, our small group gathered for prayer, and the church came together a couple nights ago to specifically pray for Scott.

Things were looking up until two days ago when the doctors decided to inform us that they've known all along that Scott only has a 5% of survival now with his injuries. This particular bit of info was not expected, especially since all week we were under the assumption that Scott would begin recovery soon.

Admittedly, I've been angry. Confused. I've looked to the heavens with a scowl. While praying with the church the other night, I found myself frowning intensely and breathing heavily. I noted in the previous post that I'm finding my faith being worked. That statement still stands. I'm finding myself questioning everything I've once thought about God. Why this? Why that?

And as I find this faith of mine being worked, I'm still finding it working somehow. As we, as Scott's brothers and sisters, come together with one purpose. As I see his girlfriend's resilience and steadfastness as she shares hope and worships God in the midst of all this. I'm finding that life not only goes on, but it abounds.

The week has been tough. It began with the death of Kyle Lake. Initially I dealt a lot with confusion and anger over the incident. The anger has grown weary and I'm mostly riddled by the confusion now. Over the past couple of days, I've been helped and beaten by two separate instances. First, a group from Lake's church, University Baptist Church came to the farm to volunteer this week in the midst of their grief and struggle. I listened in on most of their conversations, and they of course dealt with the details surrounding Kyle's death and funeral. However, I couldn't help but sense a feeling of determination from them to perservere in the name of Christ.

On the other hand, I listened to a lady this week describing the situation that happened with Kyle to one of her friends. There was such a condescending, arrogant nature about her that hit me hard. In her description, she went entirely on stories she received through hearsay while acting as if the staff involved were simpletons. How can someone have such a matter-of-fact type of conversation about such a tragic event???

That said, I do believe good can, will, and is coming out of the tragedy.

My faith is certainly being worked...and, I think, it is working.