We had lunch with friends yesterday. The guy’s had cancer, then open heart surgery, then a heart transplant, then cancer again. There were many adventures within each one of those. All over the last 17 years. And he’s younger than me.
He and his wife talked over and over about how good God is.
Later, walking into our bathroom at home to empty the mop bucket, I thought about what it might be like to know you could die soon. I’m guessing you’d want to hang on, and you’d be saying, hey, I’m not done. And you’d just be rocked and you’d want to escape the threat but you couldn’t. Right? But I’m guessing – you can’t know until it comes.
Both my friend and his wife said they got to a point, on the same day, where they had peace with everything and whatever happened.
Then last night Odell was sharing about a man he knows whose wife died. The man had prayed and prayed but she died anyway. Now he’s had it with God. He knew Odell’s wife recently died, and his daughter, too, so he asked if Odell had prayed and how he felt about God not answering his prayer.
Odell said he didn’t have time to think, so all he said was, “I just figure the Lord sees the whole picture and knows the whole story and I don’t.” Not having time to think lets out what you really believe.
Afterward, we prayed that we would not decide who God is based on what happens to us, but that we would know who he is from the Bible and then try to understand what’s happening.
Everyone does one of those two things.
It's so true. Our life is not as we think it should be...simple, carefree, easy. When bad things happen it's hard to understand what God is doing, but He sees with eternal eyes. We only see the dot.
Posted by: Debra | Wednesday, February 24, 2010 at 10:39 PM