Today would be my Dad’s birthday. Mine is right before his. This is a picture of us celebrating together a few years ago. He’s been gone now for about a year and a half. It sure doesn’t seem like that long, but at the same time, it feels like forever since I’ve seen him. I miss him often, but especially today.
I don’t understand why God allowed him to die. I don’t understand how taking him was a better plan than doing a miracle of healing. I still struggle with that. Honestly, there is only one way I know to deal with that kind of pain.
This morning, with a heavy heart, I prayed a version of the same prayer that I pray every time I feel a little overwhelmed by the grief.
I don’t understand your ways. I hurt and I miss my dad terribly, but I’m choosing to trust you in the midst of the hurt. I know you are good. I know you are love. I know that you see the beginning and the end and that your plans are greater than my own. I don’t understand why God, but I understand who you are. Help me to trust fully in your character and in who you are in spite of how I feel. Fill my hurting heart with peace.
That prayer gets me through the things I can’t understand and the things that aren’t easy. I’m hoping it can help someone else today.
Love and blessings,