Some things in life are hard. And then other things are so gratuitously wonderful. It’s this dizzying mix of suffering and joy, and neither are deserved. I do not know why God gives life, and takes it away, on a cold night while the women sob. I don’t know why He gives crippling disease to the dear one He loves, and health to another. And life to a third, squalling dearest life, overwhelmed by their riches. And to others, long stretches of a dusty road alone, decades long. I do not understand. Here is my prayer:
May the Lord answer you when you are in distress
May the name of the God of Jacob protect you.
The road is long. But it leads to home.