I’m really thankful that more and more Christians are willing to shed false positivity and embrace lament.
Because the truth is lots of stories this side of eternity end in tragedy or at least unmet expectations and sorrow instead of glorious, victorious sunshine and roses.
Crops and marriages fail. Dreams come and go.
We hope for healing but don’t receive it.
Loved ones die.
Let’s just be honest about it-about ALL of it.❤ Melanie
In the wake of burying Dominic, the most difficult spiritual discipline for me to recover has been prayer.
In part because my heart just doesn’t know what to ask for or how to talk to a God Who has allowed this pain in my life.
In part because I don’t really have a framework for placing the prayers I want to pray inside my ongoing struggle to commit my future and the future of my family to the hands of a Father Who didn’t step in to prevent Dominic’s death.
I still struggle with this.
Read the rest of this post here: The Problem of [Un]Answered Prayer
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I totally understand this.
When I am asked to pray by others, I do, but will pray for God’s courage and strength to cover them through this circumstance.
And for God’s mercy to the one I was asked to pray for.
You see, I lost my only child from cancer. She was not healed in this realm. I prayed and cried like a wounded animal for this cup to be taken from her, but it wasn’t.
This grief will not end for me, not as long as I am this side of heaven.
I also know He keeps my tears and each one will be rewarded.
I don’t understand the why of my circumstances, but I understand His Love.
This is part of my personal story:
My daughter was born with disabilitities, chromosomes that translocated, developed glaucoma at one point and was already without vision in one eye, etc.
She would not have understood nor possibly survived unscathed by Covid’s limitations, would not have been capable of withstanding a mask, why her routine changed, etc. By then, she was already home safe in our Father’s arms. She passed on 2017. She was 42.
I am thankful for that grace and recognize it as the collateral beauty of her parting.
Losing a child in a tragedy vs an illness, is a totally different kind of loss and without doubt, of grief. A legacy unfinished. There is no human way to ever understand why this side of heaven.
May your heart be held in His hands gently.
Isabel
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