Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Closed Doors, Wrestling with God, and Chocolate


This has not been a good week, and it's only Tuesday.  Because it's been such a crappy week, I'm mainlining chocolate. Since the only chocolate I have in the house are chocolate chips, I'm eating those little droplets like they are, well, candy.

The less than grand time began yesterday afternoon as I was picking up a rotisserie chicken for dinner. Coming out of the store was the one person I had hoped never to see again. He had betrayed my mother and because of his actions, forced me into legal action that continues to drag on and on and on. I felt my stomach roil and was nauseated the rest of the night.

Then, this morning, a door that I had so hoped would be open slammed shut so hard I think I have a bloody nose. The nausea that had abated came rushing back, this time accompanied by bitter, disappointed tears.

Although I know better, I find myself asking God, "Why? Why did these things happen? Why isn't justice being served with regards to my mother's betrayal? Why did this oh-so-promising door not just close, but lock? Why, when I ask for a good surprise, do I get something painful?" Of course, I don't get an answer.  God never answers "why" questions because the only possible answer is "because" and that's no more satisfying when you are my age than when you are two.

I wish that I could write that despite it all, I rejoiced mightily in God's love and grace, but I didn't and I'm not.

I'm wrestling with God about all these things...and eating chocolate chips.

2 comments:

  1. I so get all of these feelings toward God, even if I haven't experienced all the particular things you are experiencing. I will be praying for you, with you from my own spiritual darkness.
    Peace,
    Mary

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  2. Thank you, Mary. Sometimes the darkness feels very dark, doesn't it? All the promises appear to be black smoke, not white. :)

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