The phrase just like that came to mind a few times when my friend Shari’s 18-year-old son, Nathan, was killed in a wreck on August 11, 2013.
I did not know him personally. He was an intelligent kid—talented in technology. He’d helped at church and other places with lights and sound. He graduated high school and would have started college the following week.
He spent much of the day at church functions the day he died. After taking his girlfriend home that evening, his truck veered into a ditch and hit a culvert. His vehicle overturned, and he suffered fatal injuries.
Paul told me about his death while I was driving to Aunt June’s. I was near Shari’s house, made a U-turn, and diverted from my plans. Aunt June said it would be okay.
Many people were at their house when I arrived, but his parents were at the funeral home. I briefly stayed because it could be long before they came home—they had many decisions to make.
When I left their house, I went to help Aunt June. She needed me to go to the grocery store. I immediately stopped while passing the flower section—the flowers were stunning. I bought a bouquet for Shari.
I prayed for the Lord to give them grace, peace, and mercy throughout the day. My prayers changed when I returned to their house that afternoon. I prayed for the Lord to provide me with abundant strength.
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