Happy Easter …
God is risen?
is this a stage of life?
I am 48.
is that old?
I seem to be surrounded by tragedy….illness…injustice…why?
Cancer – everywhere…family, friends, children of friends. babies!
Lifelimiting conditions – friends, family, friends’ parents.
Death – not-logical deaths – daughter’s friend, a young mum, c colleagues sister, a recent pupil, a suicide of a child who was friends with my younger kids.
Mental illness – everywhere – indiscriminate – me, family, friends, children of friends, children of family.
Hardships- a young mam taken from young family …her husband died last year.
Illness the amount of illhealth in my family alone. NOBODY could believe it. my children, my husband, myself, my parents….i could go on.
what next –the “what are the odds” – the what the feck else can be flung at us? or at my friend and her family? another friend and his life?
unpredictables – what is next with hubbies ADR to drugs? So many tests to be done…both for him and for me… Which of us gets news first?
Injustice –WHY do good people seem to attract life’s challenges? why do we call them challenges? They are fecking nightmares!
Why do life’s bad people seem to go through life dumping on people, harming people, mentally damaging all they come into contact with, lying, mentally abusing….and yet unscathed?? how the hell is that fair?
Is this a coming of age?
Is it the fact that we do more Wakes than Weddings?
We are the generation who are burying their parents? but it can’t be – these friends are dying YOUNG, far too young!
this weekend on one evening was texting 2 friends – about child seriously ill, a husband seriously ill. a mam seiously ill….where do you stop?
WHAT IF WE HAVE IT ALL WRONG?
is this it?
HOW can there be a God…who cares?
How can so much tragedy affect a few?
Life is too short…
but WHY would a God do this ?
i AM a Christian, but you know what, it gets harder to have much conviction with so many challenges and so few reasons.
Is this the loving God we learned about in school?
yet if i didn’t believe…could i cope?