It happened in a moment. It happened in a whisper.
Walking in the mall, I spotted a young man with his mom pushing
a trolley. He was clearly not 'normal'. He was disabled. I felt sorry for him.
He was struggling to walk whilst pushing a trolley. I
suspect that the shopping trolley was his support system. He looked
late teens or early twenties. Not man nor boy...
As I walked passed him, I put out one of my more naive
prayers. I just quickly whispered beneath my breath: 'God heal this young man.'
I walked on and turned the corner. In that moment I think I
heard God speak, but it could have been my own imagination. It went something
like this: "My son, maybe this young man is just the way I wanted him to
be. Maybe you need more healing than this man."
I fought with this thought for some time. I think I know
what is right for myself and for other people. I feel I would be a better God
at times than the one who is in charge.
I have an inherited struggle with accepting where I am. I
rather long for the next thing.
God is God and in Him we trust - or not (but that still will
not change a thing).
Finally, what I think needs fixing is maybe just fine the way it is.
And maybe what I see as perfect is in need of total redemption.
