646 When Life Doesn’t Make Sense

Some things in life simply don’t make sense. I don’t understand how we’re standing on the earth at this moment as it spins 1,000 miles per hour and we don’t feel a thing. I don’t understand how there are 60,000 miles of blood vessels in my body and they’re all working together perfectly to supply blood flow and I’m not having to extend any sort of effort. And I really don’t understand why some really bad things were allowed to happen to people I love. Have you ever been there? Standing in this place in life where you don’t understand WHY and HOW this could happen. Left questioning if God is really for you, then why did this happen? Asking how a God who loves could sit and watch this happen and do nothing. I have a beautiful Facebook friend named Lindsey. I met her in person one time and was immediately drawn to her. She walks with tremendous confidence, yet a humble, gentle spirit. Her Facebook photos will quickly tell you they’ve remodeled a gorgeous old home to magazine status, she and her husband love to travel and they have 2 big beautiful golden retrievers. Their little girl is featured in photos, but her name is never mentioned and her face is never shown. Oh, she’s a foster child. A precious child they’ve brought into their home to offer the love of a family. But there was more. I knew there was more. I could sense the meaning in her posts. With a little trolling and scrolling I found them … photos of beautiful Lindsey from a few years ago holding a 6 year old little girl with no hair. And in that moment I knew, she had lost a child. She had gone through the unimaginable. She has experienced pain on a level no mom should ever experience. We began messaging and I fumbled for my words to acknowledge her journey. She replied “I live every day knowing that it may not make sense now, but some day when we are reunited, I will understand it all.” Let me say that again so you really get it. “I live every day knowing that it may not make sense now, but some day when we are reunited, I will understand it all.” She is saying I don’t understand but I trust one day I will. I trust one day it will all make sense. So here she is, not only continuing to live, but living BIG, taking in a little girl to give her the family she’s never had, to protect her and keep her safe, to love her and give her a future. I’m left looking at the things in my own life that I don’t understand, saying YO PAMELA GET IT TOGETHER … GIRL LIVE YOUR LIFE. How many times do we get hung up on why and how, and we waste perfectly good days of life being angry or frustrated? Have you ever let a broken appliance rock your world? Seriously the washing machine goes out and the dirty clothes quickly pile up, the refrigerator stops working and $200 worth of groceries spoil, the garbage disposal jams and there’s unknown objects awaiting your hands in dirty water. It’s like a personal attack on you as a human being! And things seem to happen in threes, right? Three bad things all happen in a series of events. We lose our wallet. We get a speeding ticket. Our phone takes a flying leap out of our hand onto the concrete and the earth stands still as you pick it up and ever so slowly turn it over, holding your breath saying please no, please no, no, no, no and yip, it’s shattered. Dang it! Why?!!!! Why me? Why today? Then we spend the remainder of the day ticked off over our bad luck and what it will cost us. GET A GRIP WOMAN! SERIOUSLY. What first world problems have you let get your panties in a wad this week while people like Lindsey are choosing to wake up each day and say “I don’t understand it now, but I trust one day I will.” This is the kind of faith we’re called to.