Yesterday, I claimed Thursday the “crown jewel” in a bad week. I was wrong. The Uncle I mentioned in that post went home to be with the Lord (I plan on writing a post about him next week).
Then I got this in my email:
My name is not listed. I think I would be less sad about not being a finalist if that news weren’t paired with a loved one’s death. I would still be sad, though. I was pretty confident that I would make the finalists. More confident than I have been in myself in a super long time.
I should look at both of these devastating events in a positive light. My Uncle was suffering. He was on a morphine drip, and he was still in excruciating pain. He is no longer losing his battle with cancer. I have a story idea that I never would have come up with on my own because I participated in this contest. It is completely outside my comfort zone. I know I will become a better writer because of it.
But right now, I can’t. I’m allowing myself to cry and grieve. Even Jesus cried when He heard about His friend dying:
By the way, this is the shortest verse in the Bible. It’s the one my brothers and I chose to memorize in a Sunday School contest to see who could memorize the most verses. In retrospect, I don’t think that’s the best method to get kids to memorize scripture…