Why are tears cried over babies unborn, babies bled out, babies born not breathing, and babies buried? Why is this even possible, and something we have to deal with?
There are times when I feel like Jacob, wrestling with God. Asking these hard questions. Trying to understand why good people, good parents, don’t have their children. Why is the news littered with parents who toss away those dreams, while there are still people that go through insurmountable grief month after month, when their dreams aren't realized? Why are there caskets that are sizes too small and hospitals that have procedures for these things? Why is this a reality that we have to live in?
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28
I've said that scripture a thousand times. Prayed it a lot. Even have given it out to people as a comfort or solace for what they’re going through. But today, this week, it just leaves me begging for more. How can this be good? How can this scripture be true?
After one of my “wrestling with God” sessions, something hit me like a ton of bricks. Earthly good is in the eye of the beholder, Heavenly good is beyond our comprehension.
God is still working things out, even if it doesn't feel good or make any bit of sense. That’s not proof that God doesn't exist or that He doesn't care. Our knowledge can be so limiting sometimes, we are bound by time and our own situations, but God isn't.
He sees the entire picture, all of it, and He’s still working the good out.