Drey’s death has revealed lots of character flaws… No wait… Drey’s death has presented me with more opportunities to cooperate with God as He’s been working on my character. That sounds better. There’s nothing like a tragedy that knocks you off your feet, forces bittersweet dependence and produces fertile ground for sanctification.
I am grateful for the new view I have. It’s peaceful.
I’m coolio with the sacrifices I’ve had to make since Drey died.
I’m devastated over why I’ve had to make the sacrifices I have.
I live at a delightfully, refreshing pace more often.
I wish I could’ve learned this pace without losing Drey.
I couldn’t do what I do without passion. God knew what He was doing. He prepared me the best He could. He was infinitely joyful, angry and devastated the day Drey was born. All at the same time. He knew. He sees all. He’s not limited by time. To see a new mothers love and at the same time to know the heartbreak her future held. To delight in the joy of a little boy scoring his first soccer goal while knowing the psychological pain he would soon experience. Surely the only thing more painful than what we live with would have been knowing what was coming ahead of time. How does God handle feelings of intense joy and devastation at the same time? He knows how the story ends. There’s no other explanation. Can I have faith in what He’s told me about the end of the story?