First things first, I need a new name for the blog. Something catchy that conveys the topic (which is really broad – my spiritual journey, motherhood, social justice, adoption, orphan care, chocolate eating…). But I have no creative bones in my body. Please help me by commenting with your suggestions.
I had such a rejuvenating day today. BB got up early with Freddy, which allowed me an extra hour of sleep, followed by a cold, rainy run and finished off with a cup of coffee and a Bible study. I need to figure out how to start every day that way.
Freddy and I had fun visiting my sweet sister at her nanny job. The little girl (1.5 years old) enjoyed throwing her ball at him and at one point sat on his head. Freddy, of course, remained smiling and unaware.
You can see that Freddy still has quite the affinity for hand-towels and washcloths. Perhaps a job as a bathroom attendant in his future? Or maybe Bed Bath and Beyond?
I had a fabulous lunch with a great friend, also a new mom. A visit from another friend and her sweet girls who entertained the boy and brought peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. Finally, a visit from a friend who cut BB’s and my hair. Her passion for helping victims of sex trafficking spurred on great conversation, and I think I may now know where all my stuff needs to go when we move [in 7 weeks!!!!]. 🙂
All this grace. Undeserved. Who am I to merit such rich relationships with people? Such love poured out on me and my family. If not for the Holy Spirit, I would have never met these friends. These precious people who pray for me, chat with me, bring me cookies, and cut my hair.
My cup overflows tonight. May I never forget such grace bestowed on me.
I’m struggling with suffering these days. Not my own, but others. I have family members who are suffering, and I don’t like it.
I am a seriously left-brained person. There’s not an ounce of creativity in me. I am all logic, all the time. I don’t feel things. I think them. And then I overthink them some more. I want to know why. Why does this loving God who I place my trust in allow such suffering to go on? Suffering that seems so arbitrary, so unrelated to anything and clearly not the result of anyone’s bad choices.
I know all the theological answers, but they don’t really answer the question. Most of the time, I am ok with that. I know my place in relation to a holy God. I’m not meant to understand everything. I can only see one small piece of the puzzle. It’s like my dog wanting to understand why she can’t eat at the dining room table with us. I just can’t explain it to her, and if I tried, she wouldn’t get it. She’s a dog. [I’m not saying humans are dogs, just trying to draw some sort of analogy to wrap my brain around the issue.]
But it’s frustrating! I want it to end. I don’t want the people I love to hurt. I don’t want them to doubt that God loves them in the midst of their trials. And I know that my God can stop it.
That is faith. Trusting in something you can’t explain. Going back to the Word, to what I know is true. God loves us. Jesus wept for his people. We are in the midst of a redemption story, but all has not yet been restored and redeemed.