Underneath this icy patch are bright yellow tulips.
To the left and right of the stone path, hidden beneath, lies daisies, aster, hydrangea, bee balm, and upright phlox.
Sometimes, things in life look messy. There’s nothing about this muddy, slippery, barren scene that tells the onlooker what is waiting below. In 3 months there will be splashes of beauty calling to everyone – stop and look! And touch! And smell!
You don’t know what awaits you. Don’t give up.
We never know what a day will bring.
Sorrow grips with cold cruelty.
But the sun warms the earth and brings relief.
And with it, beauty.
Just look very closely and you will see it.
The earth is full of beauty. Thousands of people simultaneously gasp while a scarlet ball of fire sinks below the horizon, casting purple, orange, and pink across the sky – while one little girl catches a glimpse of the bluest of blue, astonished at the discovery of six eggs cradled in a neatly built nest of mud and grass.
The earth has the ability to take our breath away.
But the earth is also full of misery – whether thousands watch as wildfires destroy a lifetime of memories or one watches at the bedside as cancer slowly takes their dying loved one.
The heavens echo with anger and pain being sent from earth to God – why? Why?
And the heavens return silence. But does it?
This morning, I watched the smiling, grateful faces responding to the relief of rain that fell upon a portion of the ashen western states.
We don’t understand everything in life. How is it that the cold nights and dewy mornings are sufficient for life in the desert? How is it that two parts from two bodies meet and form human life? Every day we accept what we do not fully understand. Yet, when tragedy strikes we shake our fist at God. Can you imagine how many fists are raised to the heavens every day?
And like a loving, earthly father feels compassion for his crying child, God feels compassion for us. The child may not understand, may not receive what he wants – yet the father wipes away the tears and comforts.
What are you going through? After you shake your fist or cry, will you see and be thankful for the relief that God brings in the midst of your sadness and loss?
It’s not fair.
No, it’s not.
We grapple with the struggles that come into our life, forgetting that heartache is universal. The unfairness part enters our mind when we compare ourselves to others. Why me?
Who is the question being directed to? Interesting the commonality of asking it. In other words, you don’t have to believe in God to ask it. Nevertheless, it is asked. You don’t believe in God or you’re not sure there is a God, but it’s God who you are really directing the question to.
Someone must be blamed for the pain.
It must suffice: we all live in a world which has incredible beauty co-existing with incredible ugliness. The fact we are not consumed by its ugliness tells me there is a God who has created within us the ability to live with this dichotomy.
Mankind has proved himself to endure calamity – and often comes through it better off. Scars, yes. Memories, yes. Tears, yes.
It’s not fair.
No, it’s not.
But in the end, God is fair.