There are some days when I see so much hurt, so much pain, and I am reminded of God’s love for us.
I know that sounds weird. Most people wonder how God could let death, pain, suffering, and all of those ugly things happen. I see it as a consequence of sin in this world. It’s not that I believe that we get cancer or lose loved ones before their time or have suffering of the innocent because they are sinners and deserve it.
It’s that God gave us a perfect world. There was absolutely no suffering or death in it. And then sin entered. Everything changed for the worse, and we still pay the price and yet continue to add our own wrong-doings into the fray.
We desperately need someone big and strong and overflowing with love for us to come in and save the day- to save us from ourselves. That is where I see God in the suffering.
I honestly don’t know how people who don’t accept that there is more than this life keep putting one foot in front of the other. I would probably sink into misery if I didn’t know that this earthly life was just a prelude to something much greater, especially when the hardships arise.
This weekend, some people I am friends with lost a child. They were told at their 12 week check up that the baby would miscarry. But he didn’t. He kept fighting. He made it until about 5 months.
It just breaks my heart into pieces. They are living through one of my greatest fears. I have begged God that when Tom and I have children, He never asks us to walk through something like this. And now I’m watching them go through it with a front row ticket to their day-to-day lives and the pain this causes them.
The feeling of helplessness is overwhelming. There is nothing they could have done. And there is nothing any of those of us who care for them can do to ease the pain. We love them and we pray for them, but that doesn’t take it away.
And then, in the midst of all the heartache, there is a stinging reminder that this is a fraction of the pain God felt when he sent Jesus to us that first Christmas day, thousands of years ago. The choice to send your child to live and die to save a world that hates you despite your great love for them…it’s unbelievable.
Yet because of it, I have hope in something more. And I know that sweet little Finn will be reunited with his parents in heaven, someday.
Love Always Wins.