Life is strange. It is delicate. It is precious. It's odd that I posted yesterday about how we are supposed to trust God when bad things happen. That bad things are part of life and God always has a plan. It's easy to say when everything is going fine. It's easy to understand the world when you look through rose-colored glasses. Then, something happens, close enough that it makes you stop. It makes you think... What are you thinking God? Why? Where are you? I talked with my mom today. She gave me some advice about helping a grieving friend, since she's been the one grieving before. She told me that in the midst of her parents' deaths, she felt like she was in darkness. She said that she thought that God had left her. Then, she read a psalm that speaks about God placing us in the shadow of his wings. She then understood how God can be so near, even when we cannot see him. The darkness can at times be the same as his closeness. She also recommends this book to anyone grieving anything- death, loss of job, loss of health, etc. Life is so strange. It begins and ends. The world somehow keeps turning, even when it feels it should come to a halt. Thank you Jesus for your neverending faithfulness, abounding grace, and love, even when we don't understand.
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