Tracing God
"How did you manage? How were you able to face the certainty that someday he would die? Because you knew... How were you able to deal with the pain of his death?" We hang up and I answered her questions silently and only to myself: "God... He is how." That very moment, I was acknowledging that God was the one to thank for my endurance and survival. Had my friend asked me months ago, that would not have been the answer to myself nor to anyone else. Months ago, I was still angry at the fact that a mother could survive the death of her child. It felt like a cruel joke that we humans could be so resilient. How was it possible that I would not turn into dust as well? As Anglican pastor and author Tish Harrison Warren points out, "For every mother enraptured by her child's first smile, there is another mother whose [child] struggles for his final breath... In all our lives, from the happiest to the most tragic, the circumstantial evidence for God's goodness i