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.