It hurts. BAD.

My senior year at Hope, Trygve once taught during The Gathering about Jeremiah, and how incredibly alone and miserable he felt amidst myriad pain and suffering. In short, the question he was asking was, "God, where ARE You? Where is God in the midst of all this?"

[18] My joy is gone; grief is upon me;
my heart is sick within me.
[19] Behold, the cry of the daughter of my people
from the length and breadth of the land:
“Is the LORD not in Zion?
Is her King not in her?”
“Why have they provoked me to anger with their carved images
and with their foreign idols?”
[20] “The harvest is past, the summer is ended,
and we are not saved.”
[21] For the wound of the daughter of my people is my heart wounded;
I mourn, and dismay has taken hold on me.
[22] Is there no balm in Gilead?
Is there no physician there?
Why then has the health of the daughter of my people
not been restored?
[9:1] Oh that my head were waters,
and my eyes a fountain of tears,
that I might weep day and night
for the slain of the daughter of my people!
Jeremiah 8:18-9:1 (ESV)

[42:1] As a deer pants for flowing streams,
so pants my soul for you, O God.
[2] My soul thirsts for God,
for the living God.
When shall I come and appear before God?
[3] My tears have been my food
day and night,
while they say to me all the day long,
“Where is your God?”
Psalm 42:1-3 (ESV)

It hurts. It hurts DEEP to watch my family hurting.

Trygve said this question of "God... where ARE YOU?!" keeps God at the center. THAT'S what I want, what I need, and what my family needs.

I need God.
We need Him. RIGHT NOW.
And I will pray.
I will pray AUDACIOUSLY!!!!
For just that.
For Emmanuel. God with us.
And His peace. Which passes all understanding.
And I will rejoice. Because He's already here.