It's no Lifetime show, but there's plenty of drama...
Monday, May 16, 2011
As most of you know, in February my brother Tim was severely injured in Afghanistan. He is an explosive ordnance tech and stepped on an undetected IED while doing a sweep. He lost both legs and one arm, and his other hand was shattered. He is recovering amazingly well, but the first couple of months were pretty tough. Once he was out of ICU, we took the boys to visit him. Caleb, who's seven, had a lot of questions but seemed to handle everything pretty well. We had no idea how much he was impacted until several weeks later. We were talking about Rob's upcoming deployment, and Caleb got very teary-eyed. We asked him what was on his mind, and he asked if Daddy would lose his arms and legs in Iraq. We assured him that Daddy would be fine, because God would protect him. "But God didn't protect Uncle Tim!" he sobbed. Talk about a punch in the gut. I took a deep, rather shaky breath, and we had a good, long talk about God, prayer, and divine protection. God did protect Uncle Tim, we assured him, because he could have died from his injuries. And if Rob were to get injured in Iraq, we trust that God would take care of him, and our family. We know this because we've seen His provision in our lives in the past. We've seen miraculous healing in Noah and watched him surpass every medical expectation. We trust that God does work all things together for our good. The harder truth is that God doesn't always "work things" the way we think is best. The better part of faith is believing that the One who sees the big picture has our best interests at heart, even when the small view is terribly messy and painful. For those we know whose desperate prayers were answered with a "no," who lost husbands and fathers and brothers, are they any less cared for by God? As difficult as it is to see with our human eyes, we must trust with our hearts that the answer is of course, no. God cradles those in the palm of His hand, and holds them close to His heart. This is the God I know.
These are things not easily explained to a seven-year-old. The irony is that he probably has an easier time accepting them than I ever will.