To the mamas and daddies in really hard places:
When you find yourself in the midst of the unthinkable. In the hospital rooms. In the fight. In the dark spaces.
My heart cries out.
I am praying.
Although those words feel inadequate in a moment like this, I know our God is almighty and all-powerful. His name is Healer. I also know, all too well, that this world is just cruel and hard and things don’t always go how I want them to.
Where is God in all of this?
He is in the space between, filling all the voids. He is in the breath of a new baby. He is in the sparklle of a toddler’s eyes. He is the peace in the soul of a dying child.
He is in the fight in the heart of the father. He is in the inconsolable weeping of the mother.
And thank goodness, He is to come.
Because this world is full of unjust suffering. It is full of sorrow. It is simply unfair.
But the Lord promises so much more. Soon that time will come. When all these wrongs will be made right. When the suffering will be replaced with uninhibited and thorough joy. When all sadness and hunger and pain will be redeemed. Redeemed, complete, perfected.