Death brings up a lot of questions. Did I even love her? Did I love her for her strength, her courage, her story? Where is the justice when a husband is left behind with 3 young children to raise himself? Do I blame him for her death? Or am I thankful that he was faithful to her in the last days, caring for her on her death bed? The thing that disturbed me most about Princess' death was that I REALLY believed God was going to heal her. I feel like I can't even greive for her, her death is such a reminder of the terrible injustice that rules this place. If I allow myself the appropriate amount of anger for this injustice, I would explode. Our theme word for last week was TRUST. Can God trust me to continue loving and pursuing people even when it feels like darkness is winning?