Love this piece.
I will need to re-read this when I’m in one of the “why me” phases of special needs parenting. “Why mes” happen at such random times. I wrote a post January 2013 when I was having one of those days. https://transitionalmoment.wordpress.com/2013/01/04/why-me-why-my-child/
So much has changed since then but so much is still the same. Life is hard. Life is not fare. It can be so random. Life just sometimes happens. Sometimes we just need to grieve. For someone to listen and not judge. Every time I hear a sermon on this topic or read an article, I gain more insight or confusion.
Sometimes I just shake my head as somethings are very hard to verbalize.
We’ve all received it personally gift-wrapped by well-meaning friends, caring loved ones, and kind strangers. It usually comes delivered with the most beautiful of intentions; a buffer of hope raised in the face of the unimaginably painful things we sometimes experience in this life.
It’s a close, desperate lifeline thrown out to us when all other words fail:
Everything happens for a reason.
I’ve never had a tremendous amount of peace with the sentiment. I think it gives the terrible stuff too much power, too much poetry; as if there must be nobility and purpose within the brutal devastation we may find ourselves sitting in. In our profound distress, this idea forces us to run down dark, twisted rabbit trails, looking for the specific part of The Greater Plan that this suffering all fits into.
It serves as an emotional distraction, one that cheats us out of the full measure of our real-time grief and outrage. We stutter and…
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