I wonder what my sister, Gail, would say if you asked her if she’d rather be hugging her eldest son who is now in heaven, or writing books with a prestigious editor. I think she’d say, “I’ll take my son back. Thanks.”
Life’s tricky like that. Some of the things that we want more than anything to have a say on, we don’t have any say at all. The only say we have is in how we respond.
I always think about how God says He will turn ashes to beauty. I feel like the only way God can make the beautiful part is with our permission. A life can remain ashes.
Gail gives God full permission. She’s open and trusts His greater purpose.
When I was young, I always thought Gail was like a warrior. She welcomed going places she’s never been; places where other people are afraid to go. So, here she is.
If you want to know a secret, I’ll tell you that having a sister with this kind of faith is always inspiring, and, occasionally, (just like twice a year or less) annoying. Let’s just keep that here. Okay? I blog a lot of stuff that’s confidential. Just seems like the right place for it.
Sometimes. Just sometimes. You want to be afraid. You want to question. You want to doubt.
Sometimes, Goliath just scares the crap out of you, and you want to yell, “Pick on someone your own size, ya big bully.”
You don’t want to hear, “Fear not. The battle is not yours. The battle is won.” You don’t want to hear that, because you’re the only one with the itty bitty sling shot in your hand.
Next time I’m having one of those days, I’ll read Gail’s blog. Her blog is all handsome and professional now that she’s a real writer, wearing a real writer’s fancy pants. Her blog is full of “Choose Faith. Choose Joy. Just choose it, for goodness sake!” I love it.
God allowed my sister’s beloved son to be taken from her on Earth. Then, God lit up a new path; showing her just where to step, and how to give birth to something different; something that expresses truth and inspiration to so many others who feel like ashes just remains ashes.
I can see it all very clearly. It certainly is beautiful. Maybe you’ll see it too: