My mother Delores Odell
My father Delmer Odell
My little girl Keren Rose Odell
All gone in the blink of an eye.
If I try to make sense of it, I fail,
I drown in the waves of grief.
I am blown about in the winds of sorrow.
If I seek out doctrine, and theology, I’m still left broken and disoriented.
If I lean not on my own understanding,
I can survive this.
If it’s faith in God,
I don’t have to understand.
If I keep my eyes on Jesus,
I can walk on this water.
Fighting Fire with Light 