Boston University

I was really shocked by news of the young students from Boston University who died in a car accident this past weekend near the Tongarario Crossing where we hiked just over two weeks ago.   Here is the article.   I think it probably especially resonates because we were just there and the students were from my alma mater.  I've reflected on my experiences living overseas young and the many times I probably was in more dangerous-than-I-appreciated situations.  3 words especially come to mind, "Driving In Turkey."  Around age 30, my perspective really changed.  I'm not sure if it's from turning 30 or becoming a mother, but I think I more fully realize how fragile life is.  After living most of my life feeling more or less invincible, it's really a stark contrast.  I know the Sunday School answer is that I'm not to fear anything in Christ and that heaven is my home, but I'm still grappling with this...   I had a lot of fear with making this move to NZ (and I think a good defensive driving course would probably serve me very well) but I really have sensed the Lord walking alongside me teaching me to trust Him and cast my worries on Him.  I also feel I have a renewed sense of appreciation for this life we are given to live.  It is such a gift!   All that being said, I pray comfort on the many grieving families tonight.
Oddly enough, today at swimming lessons I found out that Charlie's teacher  graduated from BU in 2006.  We talked about the horrible accident and talked a bit about BU.    I miss Boston in many ways.  We are attending a New Frontiers church in Wellington and this is largely because of the influence of our good friends, David and Betsy Hill, who've planted a church in Fenway.  Their church actually meets at a bar named "Church"  and they've really seen amazing things over the past few years.  Wondering if God will bring us back there again...