Those moments when we cry out, “Where are you, God?” Storms of tears that won’t stop. A doubling over of ache. And we wonder where He is in all of this. God, can you hear me?
The moment where my 25 year old newlywed friend is sitting with her husband this morning as he starts his first chemo session for inoperable stomach cancer. They found out they are expecting their first baby on the same day the diagnosis fell into their world. Married less than a year.
The friend who should be celebrating her son’s 10th birthday today, is instead morning the little boy he never grew into.
Loss of another friend’s husband to cancer.
Pages could be filled with those heart breaks of this life. The ones that aren’t fair and don’t make sense. How do we wrap our minds around them? How do we reconcile suffering with a loving God?
And I’m not sure I can really explain it. Or totally understand it. Not really. But I know that God loves each of us. Loves us so much to be tortured to death. And yet, somedays I can’t even wrap my mind around that. But love, I know it. I’ve seen it.
Each of us has been given a piece of a puzzle. Rounded areas and sharp corners, fitting only where God designs. An image imprinted without enough information to see what is truly there.
We know our puzzle piece was created, unique and precious by the maker. We touch the cardboard piece, run our fingers over the colored pixels, but we can’t see the whole image and that makes us uncomfortable. Anxious. Where do I fit into this big picture?
Connections in life place a few more pieces together. A line or two appear in the puzzle and we know we have to trust that someday the puzzle as a whole will be revealed. We have to trust that the Creator knows the plans for how the pieces will fit, connect, and complete.
Like the cardboard backing of the puzzle. It’s the base, the foundation. Without it, we can’t get through the painful kick you in the teeth moments.
The Creator who knows the number of hairs on your head, surely He knows how this plays out. Even in this. He still has you cupped in the palm of His hand. We need only trust Him, when we cannot understand.
“Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. “But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.” Matthew 10:29-31
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