I seem to write about death a lot, but maybe that’s because I cope better when I put my thoughts on paper, and death is one of those things that I don’t spring back from easily.
I am trying to understand, maybe understand isn’t the best possible word. I am trying to come to terms with the thought that God isn’t always going to heal us.
My grandfather passed away a month ago yesterday, and it’s hard to believe because I am away from home and have rarely seen him the last 10 years. He was a kind man and went too early and too young … and his death has left so many questions about the love and healing power of our sovereign God.
Yesterday, someone said “Faith is not hoping that God will do it, it’s knowing that he will.” What does thag mean? Were we hopefully praying that he would live? Did we not have enough faith. Did we doubt?