I have been writing blog posts lately, but somehow my keeps reverting back to this blog post from a mom by the name of Laura. I’ve never met her, but I have been reading her blog on a somewhat regular basis for the past year and a half.
Her youngest child, a boy who is thirteen months old, suffered a near drowning accident last week from a five gallon bucket of water. He is currently in the hospital in somewhat critical condition.
Laura mentions how everyone wants the details–the what, the how, who was there, when, etc. If we can piece things together, it might make more sense in our minds.
But we serve a God that doesn’t always make sense. We don’t know why or what is going to happen next. We are not given clear cut answers.
The guest pastor preaching tonight said, “Why do we pray? We pray because it is God who gives us our next breath.” Such a simple thing. Breating. Inhale. Exhale. But it’s God who gives life. It’s God who gives strength. It’s God who gives peace.
Even in those moments when people’s comforting words don’t bring peace. In those difficult times when the minutes and hours seem to stop. Life goes on hold for awhile. God is there. Even if you can’t feel His arms around you, He is there.
Would you join me in praying for Laura and her family this week?