Yesterday I got a call from an old friend. Her youngest brother, for reasons unknown to me, committed suicide. I took a long walk, pondered and prayed. Most troubling to me is the lack of emotion I feel. May God grant his peace--beyond my comprehension--to this family.
I confess that the idea of having peace in this time escapes my grasp on a variety of levels--except the faith I have in God's ability to do more than I can imagine. So I keep asking him to do that which he does best - the things that are beyond me.
These past few weeks have seen a convergence of seemingly grave situations in the lives of those around me. Over the past 20 years I have learned this, however: difficult circumstances can bring people to deeper levels of faith. We're instructed by scripture to face trials with joy, because they ultimately lead to godly maturity. So I continue to pray that God will protect my own family from harm - but not necessarily from hardship.
That's a topic for another day.
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