I will be the first to tell you that I have no answers to life's unanswerable questions. Bad things happen
to good people. Nothing can stop the pain and confusion when we are faced with senseless, unspeakable loss.
My
best friend died at the age of thirty-two from a rare form of breast cancer, leaving two small boys without a mother. She
did not want to die and she fought hard for her life. My friend tried every known treatment, from radical surgery and chemotherapy
to herbal remedies and hands-on healing. Her catastrophic disease was not cured and she died peacefully in her sleep eight
months after being diagnosed with cancer. My prayer is that she died cradled in the loving arms of her Creator.
It
seemed so cruel to leave children, ages two and five, without a mother. How could a loving God let this happen? The suggestion
by some that I was supposed to "learn" from the tragedy was offensive to me. To learn from grief felt like I was
giving my approval for the death of my best friend.
Over time, grief has taught me compassion for the suffering of others. I have come to believe that God shares in our sorrow, and cries with us, as we struggle to comprehend
the incomprehensible.
From I Corinthians
13:12: For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as
also I am known. The promise of future understanding may comfort
us; but for today, bad things happen to good people and we are left to wonder why. Go to next page: All the Wrong Places
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