When Nannygranne read the email from her 12-year-old friend, her heart shuddered. Blair’s family had gotten the call. Her Grandmother needed a respirator. Her condition was grave.
Nannygranne froze, her heart pleading with God to comfort this child and asking for love’s wisdom to choose the words to respond.
“I’m so, SO sorry, sweet girl,” she typed. “I wish I could hold you right now and help you know that you are not alone.” She paused, then felt the next words pour through her fingers. “I would hold you and tell you that God is with your Grandma. He is a mind reader, and He knows precisely how your Grandma is feeling and exactly what she needs. God can help her not to be afraid. And God knows exactly how you are feeling, too, and will help you not to be afraid, either.”
Blair’s response was soon to arrive: “Thank you, Nannygranne. You are such a good friend to our family. But I wish God would just take away everything bad.”
“Oh, He will take every bit of it away, my girl. That’s exactly what He has planned.”
“It is?” Blair hadn’t expected to hear that perspective. “When!”
“When God first made the world, there was NOTHING bad in it. No weeds, or bugs, or germs, or diseases. Nobody was hungry or afraid. Guess what the name of that place was,” Nannygranne smiled to herself, wondering if Blair would catch on. The response wasn’t immediate. Perhaps she was thinking.
“The Garden of Eden?” came the response.
“That’s right. Now, do you remember what messed everything up?”
“The devil made them eat that apple.”
“Well. You are almost right. Actually, the devil only suggested they eat the fruit God told them not to eat. He encouraged them to eat it. But they chose to listen to the devil rather than remember God’s way. That’s when everything fell apart in the world. They had to leave God’s company and go live somewhere else away from Him. Then the weeds started, and the bad bugs and germs. And that’s when disease started, too. But the worst part is that Adam and Eve’s bodies would die from it. And our world still has all that bad stuff. But when Jesus comes back to take His family home with Him, all the bad stuff will be gone. No disease, no death, no tears in Heaven.”
“But I don’t want to lose my Granma!”
“And I don’t want you to lose her, either, Blair. But when my Grandma and Grandpa and even my Mama and Daddy died, I tried to remember that they weren’t really lost. They are in God’s world, and He knows exactly where they are and what they are doing. That always makes me feel better.”
“But, I would miss her.”
“Yes, you will. You’ve already learned how badly that hurts, haven’t you?” Nannygranne knew that just three months ago, Blair’s father had died unexpectedly on Christmas Eve. Already she was too familiar with grief for a young girl. “I have a poem I’d like to give you. Would that be alright?”
“Okay,” she responded
“It’s about how hard it is to understand things sometimes, and how God answers our ‘Whys.’ I’ll send it, and you can read it, and later you can tell me what you think about it. Okay?”
“Okay. Thank you. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Blair. Just close your eyes tonight and crawl into God’s lap. He’ll hold you and you can go to sleep.”
“Why am I like this?” says the babe in the womb.
“Eyes to see darkness? Legs and no room?
I have hands without purpose, a tongue without words.
Why Lord is it like this? It seems so absurd!”
“Oh, my little one, soon you will see
That you’re made for life elsewhere, and soon you’ll be free!
You’ll see wonders and hear music. You’ll touch and be touched
Be patient, my child, you’re created for such.”
“Why is it like this!” says the struggling one.
“The failure and the losing, and pain always comes.
What is the purpose of these burdens of life?
I don’t understand! Why so much strife?”
“Your living wasn’t intended to be so very pressed.
You were made in the beginning to be forever blessed.
But Eden was invaded, and your lives were undone.
Now deep in your heart is this longing for Home.”
“Why am I like this?” says the aged old soul.
“A body that defies me, one I barely control.
Yet I’m so much wiser than when I was young.
I now know life’s reasons and how to overcome.
“What use is this knowing? All the experience, untold!
No one wants to listen simply because I’ve grown old.”
“Oh, my dear Loved One, you are ready, you see!
The world you were made for is forever with Me
“Some questions are never answered. You’ve learned to really see.
And you’re prepared for real living, and soon you’ll be free!”
“The reason you are like this,” the Creator said,
“You were made not for this world, but for Mine instead.”