weary soul, aching with hurt and loss.
trusting. but, deep inside, a question lingers.
why?
confused. believing in a good God.
a powerful God.
a powerful God who allows hurt?
the puzzle pieces will not align.
what does it mean?
then, a glimpse. a little boy who doesn't understand.
but fully trusts the ones who choose pain for him.
pain with a beautiful purpose.
a good God after all.
1 comment:
Oh it is such a beautiful thing when you see your personal pain (and your child's) be the glimpse of God's goodness for someone else. He can use every part of our mess and makes it so beautiful.
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