We are truly, as Mat Kearney sings, one phone call, one text, one new devastating piece of information away from our knees.
Yet, there is no greater freedom than finding yourself at the foot of the cross, in the place where you are afraid to wait, where uncertainty and fear abound. That place is holy.
What if we're not doing anything wrong? What if precisely where we are, who we are, what we're doing, and how were struggling is where God wants us to be? And what if, quickly and easily, God will lift our burden when He decides it's time?
It takes the tragic death of a good person to make us stop rationalizing and start sitting in the brokenness and pain of our human condition.
"If love did not have hope, its sufferings would be torture, and love might seem loveless" Fulton Sheen wrote.