It is easy to see how people in mourning could hold resentment towards God. As if in spite he stopped the road causing a gorgeous afternoon ride to end. But isn't there grace in the turn around? The scenery is seen from a new perspective. And as the sun sets to evening the light hits the landscape from a different angle revealing a new kind of beauty to the whole experience...
I have been wrestling with the truth of God's 'perfect will'. It is a concept that is becoming extremely personal. How could our brother's death, by any stretch, be considered a perfect conclusion?
We understand, for outsiders looking in, that it could be difficult to see how losing a loved one, suddenly at the age of thirty-one, would hardly be called perfect. Not to mention, closure was minimal. With any amount of reason this would be called an oxymoron.
There is no simple answer just attempts to comprehend. Patrick's life on earth came to its intended potential. It had reached its perfect completion. The ending was exactly as God knew it would be. So the last bit played out flawless from His perspective. But what about us? Now we have this situation that one party perceives as perfect and the other party (my family) is left with questions.
God realized the strength of our faiths before any of this happened. But we didn't. One thing that is transpiring is the recognition to our own faithfulness. The revelation of loyalty is sinking in. We remain standing even though our lives are shaking.
Since death is unavoidable maybe we should view it as the next phase to relationship instead of identifying it as the ending of a bond. It is like the second verse of a song not the finish. We did the first verse together and now we will sing the second without Patrick. The song goes on with each verse concluding perfectly imparting a masterpiece... Thank you for being with us as we process through all of this
