Just three weeks ago I didn’t know that it would be the last morning I got my daughter out of bed. When Jane begged me to trace her hands on a piece of paper, I didn’t know that only hours later I would be touching her fingers for the last time. By human standards we have experienced shock and we are facing an unprecedented new reality. However, God was not surprised.
“The Lord gave and and the Lord has taken away, may the name of the Lord be praised.”
I have had to repent of many things since Jane’s death. Being slave to my own comfort is just one. Making my own plans and assumptions is another. I’ve been confronted with the truth that when we are pricked, blood comes out. So when a tragedy pierces me, what will come from me? Will it be complaining, anger and bitterness or will it be the fruit of the Spirit flowing forth in worship? Shall I accept good from God and not trouble? Or can I say without waiver, “The Lord gave and and the Lord has taken away, may the name of the Lord be praised.”
Thankfully God does not ask my permission, but He does allow me to submit, even in hindsight. It is our prayer that we would suffer well and to the glory of God. It is also our prayer that our pain continues to lead to trust and our heartbreak to hope. This broken world is full of disappointment, pain and grief, but praise God this world is not my home.