Where I Go….
I can’t thank all of you enough for your response to my last post. I appreciate your hearts and compassion for someone in the midst of a storm.
When I hear news like this, I can’t say that I don’t feel a few rain drops in my world as well. I find myself putting another tick mark beside question number one on my list of things to ask when I get to heaven. You know the one…”Lord, why do things like this happen to good people“? It’s days like this that I escape to some music during my quiet times of searching, seeking and prayer. The song below is where I usually start and where I go when I am hurting. Not only when I hurt, but when others hurt as well.
As a father, there is this incredible feeling of wholeness when my children climb up in my lap. When the tears of pain dry up by simply being someplace where they know they are loved. When nothing more then the silence of the moment brings peace, and an escape from whatever hurts. I don’t wish or orchestrate the moments, but I savor this time together.
Am I any different? When I’m hurting, when I searching for comfort? I still visit the lap of my Heavenly Father. It’s where I go.
This side of heaven, I don’t know that any of us will understand the “Why’s”. I am convinced that much of getting through it, all depends on “where”. Keep singing. Keep praising his name. That’s the only way that we’ll find healing.