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perspective.

16 July 2012 —

today, like most, i went to the break room to check my phone. out of boredom. curiosity. hope. but today, unlike most, my phone was packed with texts. most from people who don't normally text me, and some from numbers i didn't even know. before i opened any of them i could see they all had a common subject: Nathan Boyle. It's weird the way your body reacts to news it wants to reject. Its weird the way you can go years without talking to some body, and in one moment open a plethora of messages bringing you news that makes you want nothing more than to talk to them. to somehow make up for all the lost time faster than you can scroll through the texts telling you it might be too late. I don't know everything that's going on. All i know is that 2 weeks ago i was perusing Nathan's Facebook wondering what the heck this bean ball is he's always posting about and today i was bombarded by texts asking for prayers because he wasn't expected to make it through the day. dang. talk about life stopping you in your tracks. you hear about young people dying all the time and it's sad. but then its happening to some body you know and its not just sad. its real. and its awful and its scary and its a million other things so far from good. 
perspective. whats important and what's not.what matters and what really just doesn't. today wasn't good, but the way a church. community. family. all comes together when one person needs it was good. through texts. on Facebook. in choked up phone calls. it's inspiring. it makes me thankful, that the bad can be a little less bad with a God as great as ours. So i don't know everything that's going on. but i know that Nathan made it through today. and i know that my god is huge. and he's pulling for him really hard.where better can i find comfort but in that, really?