I have to confess, I have felt a bit down in the last couple of days. People I care about are experiencing very difficult circumstances.
This time it is not cancer. In a way, in might be easier if it were. At least then it would be a disease with a name that we could see a doctor and seek to treat. Instead, these are complex, painful issues of deep hurt and ugliness--relational problems with generational impact.
The disease in this case is sin and the situations are sad--even overwhelming, honestly. There are no easy answers. There are broken hearts.
I look to the news and there is much sadness there too--violence, abuse, senseless death and tragedy. I used to pray that the things that broke God's heart would break mine too. The trouble with that prayer is that there is MUCH in this world that leaves you feeling heartbroken.
I know this world is not our home. I know God is the only source of true peace, joy and hope. Sometimes I just long for a bit more evidence of it in this world.
I haven't written about our geothermal HVAC project lately--but it decimated our yard and because of the August heat we cannot replant and rebuild the landscaping for a few more weeks. As a result, our once lush, green backyard is currently dry, cracked mud--not much to look at. Yet, yesterday something caught my eye. A flash of new, green growth amidst the parched land.
In a split second God spoke to my heart about hope.
It defies my human logic how that little guy grew out of such a mucky, neglected mess--and yet it did. There is life under that surface. Growth is happening behind the scenes, despite what the exterior would lead you to believe.
And so it is with this life.
Thank you, God, for a word picture I cannot deny--that spoke to me clearly right where I am.
It is not mine to figure out why You allow certain things...how the hearts of men (and women) can be so hurtful, lost, sinful and rebellious. You make beauty from ashes and green life from parched land.