I’m in tears as I sit here writing this.
Because right now, I’m a little angry with God. I’m questioning His plan even though I know I shouldn’t. I mean, why would it ever be part of His plan to have a family suffer so much? Theirs is not my story to tell, but clicking on that link and seeing all they’ve handled with more grace and faith than I can imagine having . . . I’m in awe of them every day.
I’ve always told my friends I think it’s okay to be angry at God. You get angry at your earthly father, right? I don’t know a single person who hasn’t ever been mad at their dad. My children are regularly angry at M because he won’t let them do this or that thing they want to do right this very second. [Hypothetically. M is currently at work.]
While I’m stressed out over Butter going to Kindergarten tomorrow, the Stone family is praying for a miracle for their little boy. I have every bit of faith Kaden was put on this earth to teach us a lesson.
Again, I think it’s okay to be mad. But it’s not okay to turn away from Him because we’re so angry. In the past, I’ve yelled. I’ve raged. Don’t laugh at me, but once I actually shook my fist at Heaven. [I said don’t laugh!] I don’t understand. But then I remember it’s not my job to understand. It’s my job to trust and have faith that God’s plan is not our plan and His plan is for the best, even if we don’t understand or agree with it.
There is nothing I can do but pray for God’s mercy for that family. For comfort for Kaden. For them to get the miracle which they are so desperately seeking. And above all, I can pray for God’s plan to work exactly as it should, for us to see the lessons we are to learn from this sooner than later.