You ask because you care…
Sometimes I feel so puny and weary, I have difficulty accessing the word that perfectly describes how I feel and land on ‘fine’ or ‘okay’. Feelings are fickle; ‘fine’ and ‘okay’ are vague.
After Sykping with my seemingly perky mom through the summer of 2106, I arrived home filled with optimism for her full earthly recovery. It was a matter of days before I realized all was not well…the April prognosis of sixish months was a reality. My insides were shredded. Though I could usually sleep, I would wake up and feel okay for a few seconds–a minute–and then reality hit: my mom way dying.
“Grander earth has quaked before
Moved by the sound of His voice.”
“When asked ‘how are you?’ it’s easy to say ‘fine.’ But really? We aren’t fine. Sometimes we are just waiting for God to make His presence felt, to direct our paths, to heal our hurts. We aren’t fine, but it is well with our soul. We say ‘O Lord, in You I have found a safe place’ (Ps. 31:1). Be firm in faith, despite the pain in life and you will discover a God who brings peace and joy in the strangest of places.”
Even when my eyes can’t see
And this mountain that’s in front of me
Will be thrown into the midst of the sea”
Moments later, I got a call from the young man putting together a video montage, “There are so many pictures–is there another song you want to use?” That’s how God takes care of things.