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Apr. 11, 2007
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Shadow Lillian
| I apologize for my incredible lack of entries since January. I am posting this to let everyone know...my cat died this morning. I wasn't totally shockedshe was eighteen years old, and she had a kidney problembut, having had her for seven years, it seems surreal to see her lying in a box in our computer room. It's a crazily barbaric event to lose a pet. (No, I am not going to write that cliche about having a hole in my heart!) People show that grief in myriad different ways. My sister kept cutting off pieces of the cat's fur, and my little brothers bawled. Yet, only a few saline drops found their way out of my 'lovely lanterns'. You start to explore the tunnels in your spirit, attempting to discover what and why after you have been through a disturbing experience. You end up opening secret passegeways to different rooms, and you can sometimes find answers there. Sometimes you can't. We wish we could have the keys to every room, so that we could find all of the answers...but, even if we unlocked every little space, all of those anwers would still be absent. We don't have them. Jesus does. We want answers, we ask Him for them, and sometimes He gives them to us. But, other times, He doesn't. Why? Once, when Corrie ten Boom was a little girl, she asked her father a question about a very mature subject. Instead of repremanding her, he pointed to his traveling-case. 'Pick it up,' he told her. Corrie tried, and couldn't. 'Father, it's too heavy!' she said to him. Her father reached over and lifted it easily. 'You see, Corrie,' he told her, 'some burdens are to heavy for you to bearlike the answer to your question. That is why I must carry them for you.' I think that most of the anwers that we seek would be too heavy for us to carry. That's why Jesus carries them for us. We might think that it would be easier if we knew everything. Unfortunately, the weight of that knowledge would crush our souls. It's like when your friend confides a secret in you, one that you would never tell anyone. You begin to feel the heaviness of that secret over time. Imagine if you knew every secret that there is to know! It would be too much. That's why Jesus bears the burden for us. |
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About Me
In an unfortunate and completely unintended popcorn accident, the owner of this blog has become psycologically infirm. Although she may seem unobtrusive, she can rant for paragraphs on end and to an intense degree. Do NOT, under any desperate and unavoidable circumstances, read her entries, or you, dear friend, will become an insane human being not unlike her. |
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