Honestly, I think that most of the world would consider me unbalanced and crazy. We have a family in our church with a granddaughter on hospice at 30 years of age. Her husband and three young children are watching her die. I am praying for healing. I am praying for restoration. I’m ready for God to say, “No.”
I think the world can understand that in a sense, but what they can’t understand, is the sense of peace and hope that I have in the midst of this. I feel this in a very real way, because I have a daughter and grandchildren that are close to that in age. The thought of losing them tears me up inside. And yet I know that in the face of that there is still a real peace and a real hope that is based in the promise of the resurrection of Jesus Christ.
Call me unbalanced. Call me, I denier. Call me anything you want. The hope is still there. I would prefer that the hope would turn into a providential miracle, but as Jesus said, in the garden, “...nevertheless, Thy will be done.” If was good enough for Jesus facing a cross it’s good enough for me.
homo unius libri
Saturday, September 7, 2024
Opus 2024-261: You Have to Be There
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