After the horrible bombings in Brussels, I was listening to the news. I felt such deep sadness as I heard the voices of those, who didn’t know where their loved ones were. They were pleading for news of their whereabouts. How awful not to know. I said a prayer for them and for all others who are suffering. 

As I thought about these terrible times for families and friends of the victims, I thought of families that are ripped apart by foolish things, such as slights and hurt feelings. What if one minute your family members were all alive and just a phone call away and the next minute everything changed. Would you have regrets of a lifetime because you left something unsaid or you left a rift between you? I think of this sometimes when I leave someone in anger. What if I never saw that person again. Life can be too short sometimes. 

I know this sounds like a mini-sermon, but I can still hear those voices of despair in my head.