Excuse me while I ask some hard questions. Questions that haunt my soul in the last days of a old year. Humour me this time for I do not stay in this space asking these questions all the time. But it does make me who I am.
Humour me.
As the year ends and I find myself sitting in the exact place I did six years ago – where I begged God for community and now today I beg Him to take away the pain that community has wrought.
As I beg with questions as I see loved ones dying on holiday never to return home while other loved ones die of their own accord. I see babies die in wombs and then babies born unwelcomed. And I mourn my own grave at a time when we celebrate both Mary and Elizabeth. What about the Rachels? What about the Rachels indeed…
I see a tuft of grass growing through our concrete step. How we applaud for the tenacity to stand strong and grow in the hard places. But as I thought about that piece of grass what struck me was the waste. Oh tenacious one that never gives up….what if you were growing in the wrong place all along? What if you were tenacious for nothing? And five years have caused more scars than beauty? What then little one? What then?
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