Yesterday a thing happened.
It was a thing among many, globally speaking. But on a personal basis it was big, and sad.
My cousin died.
I don't have a lot of facts about what happended yet, and it doesn't really matter how many facts I get in the end. Because, facts or no facts her story never got the "happily ever after" of the fairy tales.
My cousin was bright; brilliant even. She was funny, and quirky and, did I mention she was quirky. She had beautiful brown eyes, and a sweet face. She was a voracious reader with an appetite for knowledge that I have rarely seen equaled.
But my cousin's life was filled with pain, and sorrow, and brokenness, and disease. Her's is a sad story...incomplete, and too quickly ended.
It makes no sense.
So tonight, when it doesn't make sense to me I'll trust that it does make sense to HIM. Just because I can't see the "happily ever after", doesn't mean the prince forgot to come.
And my cousin knows that better than anyone this side of gloryland.