How do you heal a hurt

My daughter had a bike accident Friday. It was no big deal, scary for mom and her due to the lack of complete certainty that everything was going to be alright.

But a trip to the ER and four stitches later, we found ourselves at Dairy Queen admiring her new scratches and bruises, not appreciating how blessed we were.

Not more than 24 hours later, a classmate of my youngest daughter died due to a tragic accident. A fluke. One of those sets of moments life drops on unsuspecting families all too often. No amount of stitches or ice cream will ever make that family admire their bruised heart.

How d...