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?
I wish I could say I am secure enough in my trust of God’s plan and providence to voluntarily move deeper into the hard and messy stuff that is this life. That appears to be what He is asking of me in 2018.
Sometimes it’s easy to get so busy looking for the big miracle that we miss the little ones. God answered a very specific, longstanding prayer of mine in a delivery of food: a miracle in a pot of soup.
How can we cultivate the virtues of charity and humility, both during and after a moment where a child’s life might be at stake?
In asking us to willingly choose a cross and do work, God does not promise us any immunity from failure or from other suffering.
Diagnosing special needs children requires making peace with The Cloud of Unknowing.