Someone I love went through something very difficult today and he has many more difficult days ahead of him. It isn’t my story to tell, so I won’t share details, but my heart is broken for him. It feels like walking a tightrope- on one hand I am incredibly thankful for the end result, but on the other hand I greatly mourn the sacrifice that came at its expense.

I sit here staring at the screen, not knowing whether to praise God or shout at Him. But I know in reality it isn’t Him that I am angry at. He answered my prayers with mostly a Yes, but the No part still hurts.

I know all the pat responses, God knows what he’s doing. Trust God. Keep praying. When He closes one door, He opens another.

We’ve been trained to say these things in the face of pain… In the face of someone else’s pain. But what comfort does that give?

Don’t get me wrong, there is probably room for those sentiments, but not in the early moments of trauma, when the visceral overrides the sentimental. The early moments need something unscripted, something honest.

So here it is… I’m sorry. What’s happening is horrible. It isn’t fair. It isn’t pretty. But I love you, and you’re not alone.  

 

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ~Psalm 147:3