The worship leader introduced the final song last Sunday saying that God is good and if we can truly grasp this truth, it will change how we view suffering in our lives and in the world.
Right in front of her were children who have faced unspeakable suffering – orphaned, abused, torn from their parents, witnesses of horrifying tragedies, neglected, starved, their sister traumatically killed in an accident, and so much more that I can’t even write about.
Can my children easily say that God is good?
Each Sunday when we sing, I worship Jesus with all my heart. I close my eyes and lift my voice, sometimes I raise my hands. In this season of my life, this is rarely an act of joy, but rather submission and honor.
I bend my knee to my Lord. He is God and I am not.
He loves me and he loves my children – and because he loves us, as I believe he does, then he must be good.
And if he is good, then he must use even the tragedies of my life for my good, not that the tragedies and suffering themselves are good, but he uses them. Suffering is not senseless – it is not wasted.
There are many smart theologians who have answers to the question of how a good and loving God can allow people to suffer, but in this moment – nine and a half years after bringing our very broken children home from Ethiopia, eighteen months after losing Kalkidan, and two months after becoming a foster mom – in the face of so much suffering, this is as far as I’ve gotten in my understanding.
And my children? How I wish I could have spared them suffering in their lives.
The beautiful thing is that Jesus lets me be part of the healing of their sorrow – in the loss of their parents, he lets me be their adoptive mom.
In the loss of their sister, he lets me grieve and heal with them.
In Zoe’s time of separation from her family, he lets me step in and become family to her.
I have the incredible privilege of bringing bits of wholeness from brokenness – but to do that, I have to come so close to the sorrow that I weep and grieve with them.
This is the brutal privilege of loving people, of pleading with Jesus for beauty from ashes and begging him to heal broken hearts – we share in their suffering.
I can say that God is good, I can write those words over and over, God is good, God is good, God is good – and He is – but better yet for me, God is God and he loves us.
That is astounding and comforting.
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