We never know what a season will bring, what a month will bring, or even what a day will bring. The recent circumstances of people I love have got me thinking about the uncertain nature of living in this world. Some had the greatest spring of their lives only to find it followed by the hardest of summers. Some experienced the heights of joy in June, never imagining the depths of sorrow that would come with July. Some learned that a day of celebration can be immediately followed by a day of lament. Such is life in a world as shattered and broken as ours.