Montana Trip-- Part 1 -- the Funeral

So... here is the update on our Montana trip.

As we headed out on the road, we went to a funeral of an old friend. His name was Josh Ward, and we had gone to church together as little kids. He was two years older than I and had died in a car accident only a few days before school got out.
The scary part about this is he wasn't the average kid. Typically, when you hear about this, its a kid who was the school goof-off and when you hear about it, its like "no wonder it happened." With Josh, it was not the case. This incident has woken me up about how some things in life we have no control over. I have always thought I had complete control of my life, but now I'm not so sure. He was a lot like me, High Honor student, excellent athlete, and liked by others around him. God works in mysterious ways, that's for sure, and I realize now that it is useless to resist God's will. I like to think of those gone as not dead, but as living somewhere else. Death doesn't seem so frightening, when you think of it that way. We may suffer the pain of longing for them, but I know they are in a better place, and that they are only returning home.