I met one of my neighbors today. Very friendly lady. Actually I guess I didn’t meet her as much as just talk to her for the first time. We were grabbing the mail just before heading to work.
Small talk, small talk, small talk and then she drops her keys trying to close the little door. She says, “oh, i can barely do this I’m so nervous. My daughter is at Texas Woman’s right now in labor.”
“Is that right?! Well, that’s great news. Congratulations on the new grandbaby.”
“Thank you… a little boy. [slight pause] She’s having complications but God will take of it.”
“I’m sure God will.”
I thought about that exchange the whole way in to work. What makes her so sure… so positive God will take care of it. I mean she said it in a way that was so matter of fact, with such assuredness. She also said it in a way that suggested no harm would come to her daughter or the baby.
Why? How? How did she know with such certainty that God would allow her daughter and grandson to live when so many other mothers and babies don’t make it. Why would God pick her family to not feel loss?
Why did I answer the way that I did…
[Diest bows his head on his desk and says a little prayer for safety. whispers… “amen and blessed be.”]