The bad thing about reality is the bad parts are too real.

Life is sometime just surreal. My wife and I started today by me cooking breakfast for us, she is pregnant carrying our 5 week old baby (maybe babies :) and I love when I get the opportunity to cook for her. I don’t do it nearly enough. After sausage biscuits, Olivia spent the morning cleaning, as for me I was sealed in my messy office working on my sermon for Sunday. We worked till noon and spent the ever adventurous lunch time hour trying to figure out what to eat. We settled on noodles with a garlic variety sauce. Afterwards I went and worked in the yard putting in plant food spikes for the new trees around the yard. Our afternoon was somber. It began to drizzle as we prepared to go to a funeral for two premature babies. Our friends on Thursday lost their prematurely birthed 5 month old babies. We attended the funeral today (Saturday) and I watched them put in the ground the lifeless bodies of two beautiful babies. We went to their house after the funeral and listened and laughed with them over the good and the bad. Afterwards we left and then came home cooked a pizza. We began to watch Ocean’s 12 and my wife fell asleep on the coach as I played with the dog. Life is surreal.

I’m both hopeful nothing will happen to our baby(ies) while still absolutely terrified that something like that could happen to us. I don’t really believe that anything is going to happen to them but I am still not a particular fan of this world today.

I think the oddest thing is I wore a suit today and had a amazingly different feeling then the last time i wore. I’ve only worn this suit twice. Its brand new. I bought the suit for a wedding that we went to a month ago. I am generally not a suit type of guy, but I was beginning to enjoy wearing them until today. The last time I put this suit own I and Liv had gone to a wedding (that I officiated) and we had yet to even concieve the little life(s) in her womb. The suit was beautiful and new just like the wedding and today I put the suit on, grab a white shirt and put on a black tie and go and sit and watch a man tell of the soul that sleeps and the ressurection to come.

i definitely like weddings better than funerals, this life has so much beauty but the sadness and ugliness of sin is beyond words. For the life of me, there was no need for those two beautiful babies to die that I could ever fathom. Nor can i see any reason for a mother and father to spend less than a hour with their two little babies before they died. Life can be nearly unbearably cruel. Thank God they had that hour.

Yet tomorrow comes and I will wake up, make some breakfast, kiss by wife’s cheek, then kiss her stomach and tell my baby(ies) that I love them and can’t hardly wait to see them, thank God for the much needed rain, and go and preach to my little flock.