If you love someone, how can you murder them? That's not love at all.
As I sit here this morning, processing the death of a classmate, my husband is telling me how a friend of ours knew her well. They were like brother and sister and she had a zest for life.
My thoughts go a little crazy at this point, so I'll leave most of them unwritten.
Death is awful. Being murdered by someone who claims to love you - I can't imagine.
Her death is not a surprise to God, as it is to us.
I sincerely hope (as I hope for all) that she is in heaven, rejoicing, no longer having to worry and deal with the ills of this world.
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as we share abundantly in Christ’s sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too. 2 Corinthians 1:3 - 5