Holy Confusion
Sometimes, God confuses me. Let me back up. Like any mom or partner, I think I know what’s best for my family. I pray for my husband and child to be safe, for good things to come their way, and for them to be happy. That sounds good, doesn’t it?
But the truth is—life doesn’t always play out like that. Kids get hurt. Partners struggle. Dreams don’t always unfold the way we imagined. We pray for success, and sometimes survival feels like the holiest win.
Does that mean God isn’t listening? I don’t think so. If anything, it reminds me of Job—the one who shook his fist at the heavens and asked, “Why?” Job never got a tidy answer. What he got instead was presence. God didn’t cause Job’s pain, but God did show up in it.
Maybe that’s the surprise: God doesn’t hand us a script to follow, but invites us into a bigger story than we ever planned. A story where prayers are answered not always with what we asked for, but with what we didn’t even know we needed.
Sometimes we have to step back, take in the whole picture, and realize that God’s goodness is wider than our own plans. Not easy. Not simple. But surprising. And in those surprises, there’s still joy to be found.
And yes, it’s hard to trust that God knows best. We are small specks in this vast and holy universe—while God holds the whole picture in view. Trusting God doesn’t mean pretending everything is fine or that our prayers are answered exactly as we’d hoped. It means leaning into the mystery, accepting that even when the answer looks different than what we wanted, it might still be an answer wrapped in love.
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