Tuesdays don't have an excuse. Mondays--well, they're MONDAYS; Wednesdays are Hump Day; Thursdays are almost FRIDAY; and Fridays--well, you get the idea. I think Tuesday's are the hardest day of the week to deal with.
I met with my accountability friends last night. It was a very, very difficult night. Recently, Melissa asked if Cari could join our group. Of course, I said, "Sure!" Cari is a brand new, baby Christian. Cari lost a her 2- year old son two and a half years ago in a horrible camping accident. I know that if I lost a child, I might as well die with them. Cari's pain is still so raw and so exposed. And she's so angry with God--a God that she's come to believe in recently. Her pain is so deep and searing that she doesn't want her baby to be in heaven with God--the God who allowed this to happen--or even caused it to happen. She'd rather him be a star in the heavens. I cried all the way home. I wept and begged God to intervene, to heal, to show Himself to Cari. And I trust and KNOW that He will. But she's got to get to a certain place for that to happen. And I'm not telling a grieving mother that her thoughts are wrong. God will deal with that. He's a big God.
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