Brokenness lived under the blessing is transformed into a gift, not a burden. Every year in Lourdes, I get to relearn this.
In which we fly across the world to serve the sick and end up joining their ranks instead. In Lourdes, there are no accidents.
The saga of our as-yet fruitless search for answers, in honor of Undiagnosed Diseases Day.
In which I offer lame explanations for not writing here, because of all the other many kinds of writing that is happening in my life.
This is not a simplistic “God never closes a door without opening a window” speech. It’s just a reminder that a negative (or absent) response does not have to mean the end of a relationship with God.
Staring into the abyss without clinging tightly to the hand of God is a dangerous game. He’s calling me back to his side now. Take my hand, dear daughter. It’s time to cling again.
I believe now, in my bones, that God is in control and will order all these scary moments into a beautiful whole, someday.
Don’t I? I think I do. Right?