“Did you hear about the shooting in Africa?” Jeremy looked up from his phone at me. Just last week he asked, “Did you hear about the shooting in Charleston?” And the weeks have been filled with these type questions.
The answer to each was no. I didn’t know about any. He keeps me informed because I block myself from pain. I avoid the news. It easily upsets me and bad news hangs around in my head for weeks.
But we can’t always hide. We shouldn’t. And Jeremy knows this, so he updates me.
And my response to him after hearing all this pain that’s happened recently, “Why doesn’t the Lord just come back?”
It’s a sad world we live in. Sin runs rampant. We live for ourselves. And I’m pointing the finger at myself as I type. I am no different.
I held Kenan as Jeremy and I talked. And the thought came to mind, “God could use our kids. He could use me.” So I said, “We could raise 4 boys who grow up to be men who love God and change the world for Him.”
We beg God to do this.
May I be careful of passing the baton to them while excusing myself to sit back and do nothing. It’s hard to know what to do.
This phrase keeps going through my head. It doesn’t completely make sense, but it’s there. “Mercy forgives. Grace restores.”
The cross. His forgiveness. That has to be the answer. Unconditional love for broken sinners; myself at the forefront.
For me. For our world. “Mercy forgives. Grace restores.”
Father, do what only You can do. Glorify Yourself in this chaos. We are here, ready to do what You say.
“For my name’s sake I defer my anger, for the sake of my praise I restrain it for you, that I may not cut you off. Behold, I have refined you, but not as silver; I have tried you in the furnace of affliction. For my own sake, for my own sake, I do it, for how should my name be profaned? My glory I will not give to another.” (Isaiah 48:9-11)