This guy…He was cut off completely from everything & everyone he’s ever loved
No support system. No hope. Disfigured and decomposing, the man with palsy was with chronic and the incurable—
and everyone believing he deserved it—so it wasn’t just fear from others, it was also shame.
What was there to look forward to? Could hope even be found w/ something so impossible?
Somehow the man “full of leprosy,” was able to dig deep to find whatever little bit of anything that was l
Ben & I had an awesome morning together with great conversation. Soon after eating, he left to drop off packages at the post office. I was crawling under our table picking up things that fell off the table from the kids, and as soon as the door closed behind him, I unconsciously burst into tears. I sat underneath our dining room table and cried an ugly cry for twenty whole minutes. What a sight that was.
So there I was, alone. Under my table. Hysterical. Clearly, I was doing
Is God good even when things are not? I found myself saying, “God is so good,” the other day after finally hearing good news for once at the baby doctor. But was God still good all the times I left hearing bad news? Was He still good after I received a high-risk diagnostic? Was He still good after continued and unfolding complications? Was God good when I joined the Church and I lost my friends and had years of silence from some family members? What of mine and my husband’s