This week Lucy turns 3. Not a big deal to you, maybe, but a HUGE deal to this grandma. Lucy was born with some extremely serious health concerns, and these life threatening issues needed immediate attention.
I sat in the waiting room at Avera Hospital in Sioux Falls listening to my son tell me, through tears, of the complicated surgery Lucy was needing. Sadly, Sioux Falls was unable to perform it because of how delicate it was going to be. My son began the search for a skilled surgeon!
It hurts the heart to watch your adult son cry. I went out to my car and sobbed while pounding the steering wheel and screaming at God. (He’s a loving God, He can take the yelling).
Fast forward to today and Miss Lucy is a spunky, spirited little girl who will turn 3 on Thursday. She melts this grandma’s heart into a humongous puddle of mush whenever she says so sweetly, “Grandma, I love you.”
This same week three years ago, a friend lost her husband to complications of a kidney transplant. She mourns while I celebrate. Why God, are some saved and not others? I don’t know!
A week ago, my blogging partner wrote about her 14-year old nephew who lost his life to cancer five years ago. Why God?
A few weeks ago, a young man lost his life in a boating accident. He was only 22. Why God?
The day before the boating accident another friend of mine said goodbye to her special friend who lost his battle against lung cancer. Why God?
Just this morning I received a private message from a childhood friend who laid her middle daughter to rest from a short war against cervical cancer. The daughter found out on Mother’s Day and was gone by June 28. This young woman was only 43. Why God?
When my only sibling was killed in a car accident 40 years ago, I found peace in Isaiah 57:1. Paraphrasing this verse, it says righteous people are taken home to Heaven early because they are being spared from something extremely evil. I hang on to that. It brings me some peace knowing my brother was saved from something wicked.
Why does God choose to save some and not others? I don’t know! We will never know that answer this side of Heaven. It’s certainly okay to ask, though. It’s okay to pound your fists and scream and yell at God. He is a good God and hears our cries!
The song below is called Why God? by Austin French. Give it a listen.
While pondering what to write next…I visit Facebook. Not a good choice. So.Much.Junk. People bashing others because of personal offenses or political views or __________.
Why God, can’t people take care of personal offenses or political believes privately without having to pollute Facebook? I don’t know.
Life is short! This world needs peacemakers!! So, during this week of celebration (and sorrow), I choose to be a woman of peace.
I have a happy birthday party to attend this weekend. I look forward to celebrating Lucy and my son (his birthday is July 12). Others are grieving the loss of their loved ones. I offer them hugs and prayers.
Happy birthday, dear Lucy. May you grow up to be a woman of peace, filled with love and compassion, always knowing that YOU, sweet girl, are a child of God.
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You are so amazing to remember when Derek passed with all that was going on in your life at the same time! I’ve learned that grief and hope and sadness and joy all exist together. One really cannot exist without the other to make us feel alive.
You and I sat on the porch swing visiting about Derek’s transplant and the birth of the grandchild. We were both looking forward to these much awaited events. Hugs to you, Mel…