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14th of April

Tomorrow is Ruination Day.
Awful things are happening every moment of every day, but April 14th seems to have had more than its fair share.
On this day in American History:
1. Abraham Lincoln was shot.
2. The Titanic struck an iceberg
3. Black Sunday, the worst storm of the dust bowl hits Oklahoma.
I know it is all coincidence, but I will choose to spend this day reflecting over the nature of tragedy and loss. And how random it is. And how terrible. And how sad. But also how it makes me slow down and reflect upon the nature of God and his grace to have kept me safe so far in my life. It is a mystery.

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