You have a power that I cannot comprehend. You have a love that I cannot comprehend. You have a perfect plan that I cannot comprehend. You raised Lazarus from the dead. You spared your people from the fire. You closed the lion’s mouths in the den.
Lord, why didn’t you spare Matthew? Why didn’t you intervene? Why didn’t you perform a miracle? Surely these things would have brought glory to your name? Surely the testimony of how you miraculously spared a young man’s life would have brought people to you?
Lord, I don’t presume to know better than you, but I am really struggling to understand why you allowed it to happen this way. Please give me peace and understanding. Please strengthen my faith and trust in you. Please be with all of us who continue to grieve.
Thank you for little things that make me smile, like this: