God is Still Good

There is a frog lost somewhere in this old farmhouse. Presumably, it is under the kitchen cupboard that is awaiting its final piece of trim, but who knows. Grace informed me that the big leopard they caught (all for my benefit so I could take Fair pictures, hence the child-like logic that it's really my fault) escaped its vase and yarn cage which was placed on the countertop as of yesterday evening. This morning- no frog. I just smile. No sense of being rattled, it will emerge in due time.

Since I've last posted two toddlers in our surrounding little communities have left this world. I've found myself teetering between numbness and a deeper insanity than I already thought I had entered into. My own questioning of the sovereignty of God shocked me more when I heard the news of their deaths than when my own child died. I reason it that God gives grace and understanding when and to whom needs it. These are not my children to grieve. I can go to bed not remembering their smiling faces or hearing their sweet voices or picking up the toys and dirty laundry they left behind as physical reminders that they were really here amongst us.

God is still good, even in this. He is still sovereign. He still reigns from His throne, working out His perfect plan. I hold on to the truths of Scripture as I cry tears from a never ending well. Tears for the journey ahead of these mothers. Tears in longing for Jesus to return. Tears because even though they were not mine I still grieve their precious little lives. Tears so that I feel something.

Please pray with me today for the family of Isaiah Thies as this broken family attends a funeral for their son: pray that the gospel rings out loud and clear, pray for salvation, pray for peace, perseverance and great trust in a mighty God. Pray that Jesus comes soon.