As Good Friday approaches, I have reflected a lot on death and dying.  I don't mean to be morbid, but my job makes this a reality that cannot be avoided.  Twice this past week I have taken care of a 10 month old little girl.  Her birthday is just days before Mary Frances'.  I am not sure why but taking care of her has been harder than I thought it would be.  I have taken care of many babies at my job.  Many after the birth of my own child and none have made me so emotional as this little girl.  Maybe it is the fact that she is a little girl, about the same size as my own.  She is so sweet with a similar demeanor as Mary Frances.  Whatever the reason, it has been hard on me this week.  And as I have thought about her, I have remembered many patients who have gone before her in their battles with cancer.  Some have lost and others have won.  Many continue to fight the fight that God has for them on this earth.

This Good Friday I am thankful for His death, for it has brought victory over the grave.

"O death, where is your victory? 

O death, where is your sting? 

The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. 

But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory 

through our Lord Jesus Christ." 

1 Corinthians 15:55-57

Love,
Katy