All the thunder clouds of the world seemed to break over my head this week. Bad news came from all sides and there was no umbrella, no pavilion to deflect it.
One friend is having a difficult recovery from a traumatic miscarriage.
A student’s 14 yr old daughter won’t eat.
Another student’s elderly mother is hospitalized. “Can I be honest with you? I never felt love from her and I wish she would die because being in bed is not a life.”
A friend’s heart is broken because the man she has prayed for years for, has chosen another lady to love.
A close family member is still choosing to be estranged from his family.
Next week a friend is going to the doctor because she found a lump on her breast.
A friend gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, but his heart had stopped. A few days later they buried him. They’ve been married about 20 years, and this was their first full-term baby.
I weep and groan and shake my head. There are no words, no quick fix, no simple steps to follow to make it all better again.
This I know:
–the sun always comes again.
–the present moment is not all there is.
–hope borrows joy from future reality.
–negativity and complaining are toxic.
–God never scolds honesty. He can take my beating fists on His chest. He absorbs the heart-broken questions. He is deeply, everlastingly acquainted with sorrow. What He cannot accept is when I worship mini-gods, when I demand of another person or thing what only He can give.
Yesterday I listened to a short talk by the wife of Saeed Abedini, the American-Iranian pastor who is in prison for his faith. (Find it here.) I’m not looking for platitudes or simplistic answers to the grief that swirls around me, but what she said, quoting her husband, answers my grief-soaked questions, the broken-hearted tears, and it is enough for me: The answer to why is who.
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