Life is fragile

U walked in a dense forest and you stepped upon layers of leaves that are piled. Layers of decaying leaves.

These are lifeless leaves. Trampled on.
Life like the leaves are fragile.

I just read a blog, a christian girl, just 21...dignosed with cancer just this year in Apr and this morning, she passed away. She chose her orbituary photo just a few days before.

You read posts of hope of recovery to finally the despairing finale that death becomes imminent and a better end when the pain and suffering grew to its height.

The agony and hope, the despair and pain, the longing for healing and recovery, the road cannnot be described, only endured. The look that was once healthy to a sudden quicken degenerating to a sunken hollow due due to the ravages of chemotherapy.

I wonder why, does one have to suffer such intense pain and see the ultimate end as death.

Life is fragile. Suffering if I describe as transient seems to trivalise the pain this girl went through.

Sigh.

The pain and hurts she has endured is never something I can experience.

God as our end. That is what I feel gave her hope.

If it is not God as the end of her destination in this difficult journey, I cannot envision a hope that keeps her.

Life is fragile. Remember your Maker. There is no mistake.