life

We led worship at a local church last night, and on the piano I found a liturgy for a funeral service that was held there the day before (Saturday). For a little baby girl named Delaney. I don't know anything about her, how old she was, did she live after she was born, anything like that. But as I glanced through the liturgy, read the songs of hope and love for this little girl, I could not imagine the grief her parents must be going through. Life is precious, even when it is hard, and when it ends in this case before it really even begins..... Immediately before the service we were playing at there was a baptism Mass, with three little babies being baptized. The contrast. And it made me realize once again that I really do not have answers.