My dislike for May is well documented here on the blog. However, when I say I don’t like May what I have in mind is the usual frantic frenzy that marks the end of the school year, “May-hem” as a friend has described it.
This particular May, however, follows the wake of the tragedies of West and Boston and Gosnell. And, as the month opens, a sweet young girl from our community is ill, her condition quite serious and its ramification uncertain at best, at least at this point.
My heart is heavy. I am sad.
Typically, were I to post at the start of a month, May or otherwise, I would offer up a report of my status at the time, a look at what I’m eating, drinking, thinking, reading, anticipating and wondering, just to name a few of the usual status report parameters. Certainly today I could offer similar descriptors ranging from my thoughts at the close of Bible study to how I much love a chair I just got reupholstered. All seem rather inane at this point when I consider the tragedy and heartbreak of those stories featured on the network news and especially the tragedy and heartbreak of these friends of mine whose daughter is so very sick.
My town, we know how to rally. Tee shirts are being sold and there was a community prayer event following the softball game last night. We are posting and tweeting our support as we stand in fierce solidarity for this sweet young woman, one of our own. In the past we have used as our mantra in various sports contexts “We believe” and now in this too we are believing. We are asking the Lord for mercy, for grace, for a miracle, for healing.
It’s times like these when the severe mercies of God are difficult truths to grasp. I confess I don’t understand the ways of God yet when confronted with what I do not comprehend I am helped when I remind myself of what I do know to be unequivocally true: God is good. His ways are good. He is wise. He sees, He knows, He hears. His love is steadfast. I can trust Him.
I am sad and my heart is heavy and yet I pray with the psalmist:
Our soul waits for the Lord;
he is our help and our shield.
For our heart is glad in him,
because we trust in his holy name.
Let your steadfast love, O Lord, be upon us,
even as we hope in you. (Ps. 33:20-22)
We trust You, Lord. We wait for You. Let Your steadfast love be upon those who are hurting and who need You so. Our hope is in You.