Your compassion in difficult times is perhaps most difficult to discern, yet it is most prominent at those times. Perhaps because I know that the difficulties ultimately derive from you as well and so I am left in a quandry. Do I rail against you for those straits in which you have placed me? Or do I fall before you in gratitude and take comfort from your compassions that fail not?
Life is complicated and so are you, Lord. Your compassion is needless without the straits and the straits are cruel without the compassion. It would seem that the wonder of serving you is that we don’t have to choose. With one breath we can ask “why”? With the next we softly say “thank you.” With one hand we form a fist that we shake in frustration and despair. With the other hand we lift our thanks to you. Shall you accept the praise and not the despair? Shall you accept our gratitude and not our questions? Shall I accept good from God and not disaster? I believe the only answer to all these questions is no.