Sometimes, the lessons of life are just too difficult to learn.
We got word yesterday that a friend from our small church had been taken into the hospital. At the time we had no idea what was wrong. She's 41. And actually she's more of a friend to Mini-Me than she is to me. Mostly because I spend most of my time chasing down fights among the little kids.
We prayed for our friend last night before bed and it was not long before Mini-me comes traipsing back to ask about her.
This morning I'm faced with the chore to tell her that her friend has been termed "Brain Dead".
I KNOW God is more than enough. I Know that He's capable of raising people from the dead. Does it shake my faith when He doesn't do it? No. Because it doesn't shake who He is.
What it does is shake my understanding. I don't understand. And Mini-Me will only see that she's lost another friend. That makes me saddest of all. I hate that my kids have to learn that sometimes life just sucks.
As a parent, even here in the Laundry Pile, we want to protect the kids from the harsher realities of life. Then comes the time when they come right in our faces. Then comes the trick.
How to teach the kids how to praise in the middle of the storm.
I know enough about God to know that He did not cause the sickness -- but that doesn't mean He can't use it to be Glorified. Which is what we want now...
I want my kids to see God glorified even when life sucks.