Loves of our lives

So...back in my hometown my friend, Jane, just lost her two granddaughters, Haley (10) and Zoey (6) at the hands of their father.  After his wife, Maggie, left for a medical mission trip in Belize, he and the girls got in the car in the garage and never left.  He murdered them and committed suicide with carbon monoxide. 

Why, oh why, Lord, would someone do this to his/her children, to the family, to themselves?  

I live out of town, so I'm out of the loop except for what I've heard from my mom and read on the blog of the girls' aunt, link.  Mom says they are all so strong.  Phil. 4:13, which says, "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me," has a whole new light.  They made the girls' memorial service this past weekend a celebration of their lives.  Praise God for the sweet life they had together that Maggie and the rest of the family can remember.  The loves of their lives.

After my mom called with this terrible, horrific, sickening news I asked Josh why would God let this happen?  He quoted one of his professors, saying, "There is no understanding sin.  It's fundamentally absurd.  There has been no sense in it since the moment Adam and Eve bit the fruit."  Smack.

How dare I question God?  Forgive me, Lord, for my sin.  I know that He will get the glory, and I can't wait to see how.  

I've been trying really hard this week to love my boys, the loves of my life, better and more fully.  I lose my temper with them way too often.  I don't ever give them enough grace.  I don't spend enough time with them.  I'm not a good example.  They WILL know that I love them, though, no matter how badly I fail them in every other aspect of their lives.