Two days ago I was in a home where death paid a visit.

It all began with an e-mail I received to pray for a young couple here in our community who would soon be bringing home the little girl they were adopting from Guatemala. I prayed.

A few hours later I received an e-mail that informed me that the previous night this eight month old baby had fallen out of bed and had been rushed to a hospital for emergency surgery. She had bumped her head on a concrete floor. The message asked me to pray for her surgery. I prayed.

Not long after, the word was sent out that the surgery had gone well. “Please pray for a speedy and full recovery.” I prayed, “Thank-you God, please heal her completely. Please comfort the mom and dad who will be adopting her.”

The next e-mail simply said, “Little Reagan didn’t make it through the night. Please pray . . .”

I prayed.

I held the couple in my arms.

We wept.

God is weeping.

Sometimes it is hard to pray.