Well, my 7 month old was sick for the first time this weekend. He had a bad cold and was pretty miserable. I was reminded of the "Problem of Suffering" and how it is the greatest weapon against our view of a loving God.
I imagined how it must feel for someone to watch their sick child go through so much pain and finally die slowly, from some horrid illness. How hard it must be to keep the faith.
Out of the blue, I kept running into that poem "Footprints in the Sand"...specifically, the line "When you saw only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you." I kept seeing that one line in my mail, email, etc.
Interesting, eh?
I imagined how it must feel for someone to watch their sick child go through so much pain and finally die slowly, from some horrid illness. How hard it must be to keep the faith.
Out of the blue, I kept running into that poem "Footprints in the Sand"...specifically, the line "When you saw only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you." I kept seeing that one line in my mail, email, etc.
Interesting, eh?
