:: whirlwind ::

"we want answers, don't we? we want explanations. we want to know why we suffer like we do. "can somebody please explain this?". and there are times when the only honest, healthy, human thing to possibly do is to shout your question and shake your fist, and rage against the heavens and demand an explanation.

but true wisdom, the kind we find with job (38), the kind that endures, the kind that sustains a person through suffering, that kind of wisdom knows when to speak and when to be silent.

because your story is not over. the last word has not been spoken. and there may be way more going on here than any of us realizes.

so may you be released from always having to understand why everything happens the way that it does. may this freedom open you up to all sorts of new perspectives. and may you have the wisdom to know when to say, 'i spoke once, but now i will say no more.' "

:: psalm 119:169-176 ::

Let my cry come right into your presence, God;
      provide me with the insight that comes only from your Word.
   Give my request your personal attention,
      rescue me on the terms of your promise.
   Let praise cascade off my lips;
      after all, you've taught me the truth about life!
   And let your promises ring from my tongue;
      every order you've given is right.
   Put your hand out and steady me
      since I've chosen to live by your counsel.
   I'm homesick, God, for your salvation;
      I love it when you show yourself!
   Invigorate my soul so I can praise you well,
      use your decrees to put iron in my soul.
   And should I wander off like a lost sheep—seek me!
      I'll recognize the sound of your voice.