Sunday, May 20, 2007
When there is no answer. He is still the reason.
The son of our dear friends is very ill. In fact, the nursing knowledge within me tells me he will not survive. He is 45 years young, like myself and my husband. He is a husband, father, well known person in his community. He is the pride and joy of our friends. They always keep us informed of his lastest building project and accomplishments. A simple procedure with complications has overtaken his strong body and left him lifeless on mechanical support. As we received the phone call yesterday, I looked at my husband's face. Another sad, unexplainable crisis for our friends and our community. A friend of mine called last night while my daughter and me had gone to see the movie, Shriek Three, and she left a message for me to call her back as she could not understand why this was happening to such a fine person. "Why would God allow such a tragedy to happen to such wonderful Christian people?" As I am searching for an answer to comfort my friend, I realize there may not be an answer for this question, or one that I can understand while on this earth; however, God is still in control of all things and even in the midst of disaster, I know He is real, He is enough, He is. As I awoke this morning, I realized I had fallen asleep praying for our friend's son. I moved closer to warmth against my husband and continued my prayer with the new daylight. I realize sleep may not have come to our friends. I realize they spent the long night sitting at their son's bedside praying, begging, longing, for a miracle, for a change in his condition, a movement, a response. "Why doesn't God intervene?" This words echo from my phone call last night. Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead, why not this one? What I do know? Jesus loves us more than we love our own children, hard to imagine isn't it? Jesus is right there beside that bed in CCU with his hands around this family. Jesus cares when we hurt. He cares when a family may be left without their daddy. He understands loss, pain, rejection. He understands questioning even when the answer cannot be given.
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No matter how many times I read your writing, your words never cease to touch my soul. Last week I needed the words to express how I felt celebrating being a mother but feeling the loss of not having my own mother, and you exactly expressed my feelings. Today, I'm hurting for the family you write of and again, you give words to my soul.
Thank you.
Laura
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