What if, instead of being jealous of all the babies, wedding, engagements, relationships, etc. surrounding me, I saw them as signs of hope?
We are truly, as Mat Kearney sings, one phone call, one text, one new devastating piece of information away from our knees.
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?
Every diagnosis from a chronic, manageable illness like diabetes or Crohn's disease to a life-limiting diagnosis of chronic heart failure or cancer challenges us to grieve.
Yet, my brain capacity is closer to that of a turtle than that of Our Heavenly Father. His wisdom is infinite. My is finite. I only know so much, and He knows so much more.
Love, compassionate love, is why despite the heartaches, the heart breaks, the stumbling, the failures, the disappointments, the annoyances of dating, the everything, I am an absolute sucker for weddings.
There's no physical nor scientific way Abraham saw the septillion stars of the universe and could fully understand God's promise to him. And neither can we.