My workplace has been a laboratory of learning for me since day one. Sure, I am constantly picking up plenty of clinical pearls, but even more significant, perhaps, are the cold, hard truths about life that keep coming at me.
Sometimes precious little toddlers die in house fires.
Sometimes helpless children are victims of abuse so vile that it makes me sick to my stomach.
Sometimes children are treated like expendable possessions as they are tossed from one unloving foster family to the next.
Sometimes 16 year old girls- children themselves- get the news that, yes, that pregnancy test was positive.
And yet, as I run to my God- the God- for comfort and answers, I once again let out a sigh of relief as I am reassured by His word that…
“In this world you will have trouble, But take heart! I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33)
As I shoot back the response, “But God! It’s not fair!””, I am once again confronted with the words of Isaiah 53:5…
“But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed.”
So while I mourn these tragedies and share in the raw pain that results, I thank God that He is loving, kind, and sovereign… and that His definition of “fair” is so vastly different than my own.