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A friend
quit two jobs to become a full-time caregiver when his adult son was
seriously hurt in a car accident. That same year his wife of over 30
years contracted a terminal illness and died. Since then, he says he has no answers when his son asks “why” this happened to them. But he told me of a reassuring dream he had along the way. He dreamed that he was in a place that was awash with sunlight. There were crowds of people around him, and a man was answering all of his “why” questions. Each answer made so much sense that he clearly understood why he was not to know the answers now. Then he was with his son in the dream. But when he tried to help him with his questions, he couldn’t remember the answers. But even that seemed okay. And then he woke up. |
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Read: Job 42:1-6 |
My friend’s experience reminds me of another friend of God who suffered with unanswered questions (Job 7:20-21). Only when God finally broke His silence and gave Job a vision of Himself in the wonder of creation did Job find something that was better than answers (42:1-6). Only then did Job find peace in knowing that our God has good and even wonderful reasons to trust Him. (Job
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I have heard of You by the hearing of the ear, but now my eye sees You. — Job 42:5 |
What
God is doing you may not know now,
But someday you’ll understand why; Questions that taunt you and trouble your mind Will one day have heaven’s reply. —Hess What’s
better than answers to our why questions?
Trusting a good God who has His reasons. |
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| Bible
in a Year: Deut. 23-25; Mark 13:1-26 |
"Reflexions from Our Daily Bread"
Posted by: Ben Ayala : benayalal@gmail.com
Thanks to the Sources at: rbc[dot]org -and- odb[dot]org |
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