I was recently given some advice: Stop trying to analyze, stop trying to make God logical, and focus on trusting him. Trust his goodness, trust his faithfulness, trust his power, trust his love.
Maybe you're like me. Maybe you want answers to the question, "Why?" Maybe you trace all the eventual outcomes and worry about hypothetical futures. Maybe you try to force trials into a clear-cut lesson prematurely, attempting to harvest the fruit before it's ripened.
The answer to these mental gymnastics is trust. Simple trust that says, "Whatever my lot, I trust that you are good, that you know what you're doing, that this is not meaningless." It's a child's trust in a Father who loves her.
There’s been a lot of pain in our world these last several weeks, it seems. They are situations that leave me saying, “I just don’t get it.” Burying parents far too young. Babies born only to be laid to rest in a coffin. Injustice that flourishes. And these are only the examples from this last week.
A few days ago, I sat on the couch, a book in my hands. I was supposed to be doing research. My mind was on these unanswered and unanswerable questions. My eyes stared blankly through the window.
Then, my vision snapped to attention with a flick of color. It was beautiful. Long and slender, thin black and white lines tracing down over his back, a small patch of red on his head. A downy woodpecker. He clung by his feet to the bird feeder as it swayed gently in the breeze. He thrust his long beak through the wire cage for bites of seed and suet. He stayed for what felt like ages, slowly eating.
I realized I was holding my breath, afraid to stir and frighten him on the other side of the window. My cheeks were wet. "Thank you," I whispered.
It wasn't an answer. It's wasn't a solution. But it was a burst of beauty and joy.
Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? - Matthew 6:26
I'm praying that whatever your lot is today, you can rest in trust of the Father who loves you.