Page 192 began early as I headed to the church building to clean bathrooms and do building prep before church services as I didn’t make it there last night. After a great worship gathering with my Deer Run family, I received a phone call which is the reason today’s written page will be somewhat different than my previous pages in this page-and-photo-a-day journey I’ve been on this year. I am told that my phone, which was on silent mode, lit up with an incoming call while I was leading the closing prayer time at church. When I got to lunch after church, I noticed I had a missed call and voicemail from my brother. The message was simply to call him as soon as possible. There was an urgency in his voice that had me concerned so I called him before sitting down to eat. My mind was running through a variety of scenarios — none of which were good — as he asked if I was sitting down and not driving, but nothing could have prepared me or made me anticipate the news he would share. His youngest daughter, Breanna, had died in an auto accident this morning in Alabama where she was doing a summer internship before her senior year at Purdue.
My thoughts and prayers all day have been with my brother, his wife, their two remaining adult children, and all of the many family and friends who would be trying to process such heart-breaking news throughout the day. As I prayed, God began to form a poem in my mind that would honor the memory of my niece and her love for life and for God. The following are the words that God gave me to share.