Sometimes God just doesn’t make sense. Sometimes you just want to shake your fist at the sky and yell and complain about the unfairness of it all. Sometimes you just want to sit and cry and beg in your prayers that he will make it all better.
Sometimes he does. Sometimes he doesn’t. And someday I will ask him why.
But I AM thankful that I have a God who can take my fist shaking and crying and begging. Who sends small miracles and beautiful unexpected blessings that let me know he is there and he is here and he is in this.
Sometimes we just have to cling to that.
I am fine. My family is fine. But someone very dear to me could use your prayers. It isn’t my story to tell today. But God knows. So if you could pray, I know he hears. Thank you.