Speaking of mysteries… Many a week ago, I received a notice that a package had been delivered to my house. In my absence though, the postman had brought it to the neighbors. I went there to pick it up… but alas, it was gone. Gone with the wind. The neighbors didn’t understand the situation at all, and all I have told since then have also not understood. If you sent a package a few weeks ago, please let me know. One mystery solved, you know.
To me, the faith journey is also filled with mystery. Just yesterday I was reading a part in the Bible which I definitely did not understand and definitey did not like. Yet there are also many parts that really speak to my heart... Or when I have open eyes to what's going on around me, there is SO MUCH I cannot grasp and that confuses me. The question why?! echoes in my head, time after time. And yet there's also instances like myself. Where this crazy hemorrhage occurs at such a young age, and where I am only MORE confident of God's nearness...
What would life be like, if mysteries didn’t exist? There is something unsatisfying, yet beautiful about waiting in suspense. Having question marks and then being surprised is a good thing. ‘Surprised by Joy’ is a book CS Lewis wrote, which I never got down to reading. I will try to remember the beauty of surprise when faced with yet another mystery…