There are moments when I throw my hands up and my head back so I can ask God directly if he knows what he’s doing.
I have to admit these are moments of insanity, but none compare to the scene I threw in my head when I read a devotion about finding our wealth in God.
That particular day, the one when her colleagues were pooling their money to buy a ticket, Wendy didn’t have any cash. The group assured her she’d have another chance to play. Problem was, they won on that chance.
Thirteen women in Wendy’s office divided $33 million.
After reading her story, I woke my husband to tell him about Wendy’s misfortune. I blocked the aisle at our local grocery store to tell a friend. I shared the unfortunate news with a woman at the gym who I’ve never seen before, nor since. I agonized over her loss, her envy, her regret.
Finally, I emailed her.
We were already Facebook friends because I was a longtime follower of her writing. Now we bonded through email. I knew how she felt because I have the gifts of compassion and envy. Okay, so envy isn’t a gift, but she was honest enough to share she felt it. I felt it right along with her.
When she emailed back, she admitted to having bouts of the “what ifs” for weeks, months, even years. But now she sees the blessing on the other side.
“God knew what was best for me and my family,” she said.
When I’m sane, I recognize this also.
WRite wHere I’m supposed to be – Father, help me to accept more graciously my lessons instead of throwing tantrums when things don’t go my way.
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