It’s been the little things in life that has helped make me strong. That’s because of my Christian faith, believing and knowing God is real, and the small ways he whispers his presence into all of our lives.
God is like that.
When he whispers, we pay closer attention.
It’s like last week when my local paper had a photo of a scarlet tanager and I thought, “I’d love to see one of those!” And a day later, I did.
And then the 6 quarts+ of strawberries I’ve picked out of my little 5×5 patch.
And the cardinals I have been coaxing to the feeders for so long.
Or my peony that would only give 2 or 3 blooms each year, and this spring, it was covered with over 70 blooms.
All around you are whispers from God. He wants you to know he is with you.
Pain is everywhere. We can’t eradicate it. We can only live with it.
But how we live with it is what matters.
Sometimes, I just want to give into it. I want it to do it’s work and be done with it. Those are the times when I can’t … or I refuse … to take another breath. Just let me die.
It’s then when we see God. Not because he always reaches down and pulls us out of the despair, but because he gets down in it with us, and breathes that next breath into us.
“Ann Voskamp’s story is not happily ever after. As a child, her sister was crushed under a truck in front of her and her mother. Consequently, her mother checked herself into a psychiatric hospital and her father couldn’t find God. As an adult, she stood beside her brother-in-law as he buried his first two sons. Voskamp is a wife and mother who does not grin through the pain but battles to believe that in God is joy, and that there are as many gifts amid the grittiness of life as in the moments of celebration.”
Mothers who have lost a child, wondering at the silence from the people around them.
One time, a friend told me, “Well, people probably don’t know what to say.”
News flash: mothers (and fathers) who have lost a child are not waiting for attention. The reason I think people don’t know what to say is because we live in a time of positive thinking and never-give-up and they know it can’t possibly apply.
So, the silence.
Not just for you, but for them. It’s scary to be jarred into reality.
Our world, and in many Christian circles, people do not readily accept tragedies or suffering as a part of life. This sets people up for disillusionment. When I think of other times and places, and the loss, pain, and suffering people endured, it cautions me to not believe in something that is not true.
Bad things happen. It is a part of life.
The hope we have is one day, God will wipe away every tear and there will be no more sorrow or death. We can’t live our lives being against God because of our situations. You can’t change it. It is what it is.
Start living. Would your child want anything less?