My day started unusually early this morning when Torre felt that 4:30am would be a good time to chat and play rather than go back to sleep after nursing. I checked my email while we sat in the living room and learned some sad news for our family.
Sitting in the dark living room, I held Torre and felt sad and prayed, and I was grateful for the stillness of our apartment and for the time just to sit with God. In the stillness, I thought, God is good, which surprised me because his goodness is yet to be seen in this situation. And I thought about what I have been learning lately in the Bible and in daily life, and I wondered whether those lessons still apply to a bigger problem than a sink full of dishes, whether God is the same refuge for disappointments that weigh heavier than spit-up on my favourite jeans. Continue reading “God is Good.”