There are no words for what happened in Kerr County, TX, last week.
No words of comfort.
No words of closure.
No words that will stop the hemorrhaging or heal the shattered hearts.
In recent months, I was finally beginning to understand what God thinks about me. Maybe it has been a series of events of being abandoned that has taken me this long. I don’t dwell on that but I’ve spent a lifetime searching for meaning. All I know is I was beginning to relax in knowing that God really does value me, really does love me, and will not abandon me.
I was finally coming to a place of reassurance and peace. And then came this. The little girls ripped from their beds, carried away in horrendous fear, and ultimately, death.
Jesus loves me, this I know? Why didn’t he stop it? What is this thing Christians believe?
I am still in the process of trying to figure this out. I want so desperately to comprehend. I am frustrated because there is nothing that makes sense.
I ask God the question: how can I trust you? How can I believe that it is you who are helping me through life’s confusion and difficulties? How can I really believe that you are in tune with my life and that you hear my prayers? Obviously, the parents who left their little girls at this camp prayed for them – among other things – their safety.
And then of course, the triggers of emotions buried within me. I uttered these words so quietly: and you betrayed us. The tears welled up in my eyes of losing him 20 years ago. Tears that cannot fully come because I’ve cried so many there is nothing left. I want to cry. I can’t. But I feel it churning inside.
I remember when the disciples were confused and Jesus said to them, “Will you leave me, too?” And Peter piped up and said, “Where will we go? You have the words of life.”
You have the words of life.
Peter was right. No matter what we face in this world with all of its disappointments, sorrow, and confusion – where do we go? We can find temporary solutions but that is the problem. They are temporary. And we wake up the next morning with a hangover or guilt from the night before and what do we do? We go back for more.
You have the words of life.
But I can’t see you, God. And even though my mind tells me that I am seriously limited in trying to understand, it still hurts.
I know people have suffered since the beginning of time. I know people are suffering today. But this. This hit me hard.
The Bible says God’s ways are not our ways and that his thoughts are not like ours. If we step back and believe he created the universe and everything in it, how can we possibly believe we can understand the why’s of suffering. It’s far too easy to say there is no God if he allows us to suffer. I cannot go there because then, I will find solutions elsewhere and honestly, there is nothing that will help. Every human solution I can think of often makes things worse.
All I have is this:
God says he will keep us in perfect peace when we trust him.
He says to trust him with our whole heart and not try to understand.
He promises to fix it all someday by wiping away every tear we’ve cried.
That’s all I’ve got.
And Christians throughout the centuries – that’s all they had, too.











