The hardest things to understand are the hardest to write about.
As a kid, I learned about the sovereignty of God. I didn't comprehend that the sovereignty of God means sometimes I don't want or understand what He does. God doesn't ask me when He should give or take away.
Trust aside, it's really hard.
Today, I'm thinking about Caedmon's Call, and the last verse of their song "Mother India":
There's a land where our shackles turn to diamonds
Where we trade in our rags for a royal crown
In that place, our oppressors hold no power
And the doors of the King are thrown wide
Sometimes, the doors of the King are thrown wide for someone before we want to say goodbye. On this day in 1962, God blessed the world with Curtis' mom. Earlier this year, He took her away from us. We know that Belinda was ushered into the kingdom of heaven with a rousing celebration and a royal welcome:
Well done, my good and faithful servant.
And we believe that above all God is sovereign and good.
But we miss her.