The morning we flew home from Texas…
On the phone, between tears I could no longer control, curled up in a bench in the hotel lobby, my Mom said, “Stop trying to figure things out.” Because she knows that’s what I do.
Look for answers. And reasons. Ask why over and over til I’ve formed an acceptable answer in my spinning head.
But sometimes there’s no answer. Just Him. And accepting that He is God and I am not. And He sees things I never will.
Faith. Knowing that my loving Father is working for my good and His glory. And maybe some things won’t make sense til Heaven.
Stop asking. Start resting.
“One thing have I asked of the Lord, that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to inquire in his temple.” (Psalm 27:4)