There was this boy, he passed this girl in the same exact place at the same exact time everyday. Sometimes he looked at her, sometimes he would turn away, but other times, they would stare so intently at each other as they passed. One day he talked to her and all they had was that one day. He died in his car as another driver plowed into theirs just at the moment he confessed his love for her. You think that it was a beginning of a long blissful teenage love sequence throughout the years and one day they would get married, because that's their potential and what could have been is so full and ideal. She wanted to know more of this boy, what's his shoe size? what were his quirky habits? what kind of a child was he? Why did everyone like him so much? She was pregnant with his baby and she wanted to know what traits were hers and what traits were definitely his. As an idealistic teenager at heart, I say, this perfect "just as I imagined it" kind of love is a terrible thing to waste.
The family was a messy one, and lived life messy and expected it to be just so. The younger brother was a drug addict and didn't do well in school, the father had been having an affair with a fellow professor at his university, an affair his wife had known about and when their son died, the mother didn't hold that family together well, but nearly had a nervous breakdown. Looking for her "baby" in her sleep and saying ugly things in her wake because she was lost in her grief.
Although this family lived a less than ideal or orderly life, because they knew that even though tragedy, death, an affair, a drug habit creeps in to their realm of reality, they deal with it better than those who paint a flawless and picturesque paintings of what their life is suppose to be. Because when that painting smudges from the shit of life, they panic saying things like "this isn't suppose to be happening to us" or "this is not fair." When you allow your life to get a bit messy because it will be, because we are imperfect and human, we can trust God to do all the healing and all the foundational work of being the pillar of "us" who are frail and weak. The relationships, the house holds, friendships we build will one day be wounded and bruised, but the One everlasting will never fail, will always stay.
One thing I know that I have Found
Through all the troubles that surround
You are the Rock that never fails, you never fail
One thing I know that I believeThrough every blessing I receive
You are the only One that stays, You always stay
You never Change, you're still the sameYou are the Everlasting GodYou will remain after the day is gone and the things of earth have passed