Kicking and screaming.

Yesterday was a very busy day.  I was making dinner for a friend who lost her husband.  I had to teach.  I wanted to work on my house.  I wanted to take dessert with the coffee to fellowship.  I needed to clean my kitchen.  I didn't really work on my house, but I did get the rest with some success. 
Just before I left for fellowship, my granddaughter called to say she was sick and in a lot of pain.  No she didn't need me to come by right then.  I would pray for her and check on her.  I did along with assuring her that I would come in a heart beat.
I got to fellowship a little tired and scattered and was greeted by our leader who looked totally haggard.  His brother-in-law had collapsed last week and had a mass on the brain which of course they feared was cancer.  The report I got on Tuesday was that it was a concentration of blood vessels that had gotten tangled and was easily removed with no brain damage at all.  I asked how Joe was and was told "Gary's brother died." 
Gary is one of my favorite teddybears as is his wife.  They are fun and funny, excellent christians, boundless servants and wonderful friends.  More??  How can we take more?  This has been such a hard week.  Betty was there.  Gary was in Texas.  The funeral is Saturday in another town at the same time as my friend's funeral here.  I hugged Betty a lot.  Told her to tell Gary I loved him.  We all did.
As we were sharing needs, one couple in our group began to cry.  Finally the man stated flatly "M........ and I have separated.  We had people pray for us Monday night.  It's what has to happen right now."  We were all stunned.  We've been through so much with this family in the past few years.  We all love them both.  We prayed and hugged and cried.  Some tried to convince them that there had to be another way.  They left and went to their own places in the end. 
Before going home, I texted my girl to see how she's feeling.  She didn't reply and I knew she was finally resting.  We discussed that earlier. 
I went home feeling stunned.  I cried for Bill and Gary and for Cindy whose husband died of cancer this week and for my friends who are living apart.  I wanted to run, to scream, to kick the doors in when I got home.
I have much to do today.  My mind is scattered.  My heart is torn.  My prayers seem hollow.  But I know that God is the only one who can meet any of this with answers and power for change.