Life seems to leave so many ragged edges. Death intrudes, seemingly so haphazard when it comes calling. But is it possible that ALL our days are actually numbered? Are the passing of little babes and mothers in midlife just as certainly in God’s plan as those well past threescore-and-ten? Is it possible that their deaths can actually match in impact a long life lived for God? It’s certainly worth thinking about, as this story illustrates.