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All Boy

In May we went to Will Rogers Park in Oklahoma City with my parents. They have an array of beautiful flowers there, and we would attempt to get Weston to stop and smell them. We would say, “pretty flowers Weston! Be gentle…” He would approach the flowers very gently, then get an ornery expression on his face and hit the flower to the ground. Erin and I would look at each other and grin as we knew realized the truth to the phrase, “boys will be boys.”

Above: The “face,” followed by the attack.

Someone recently said to me, “It’s ok to be mad at God.” I’m not sure how theologically sound that statement is, but the strange thing is this: at no point during this tragedy have I been mad at God. It’s not to say that someday I won’t, but up to this point I have had a overwhealming sense of acceptance that God is in control and that He is one who can be trusted and counted on when all else seems lost. I keep going back to the word “faith.” My faith in God is as strong now as it has ever been. I choose to trust Him. The alternative is to avoid Him and run, and that just seems to be the wrong choice for me at this time. So, in spite of the deep hurt, chaos, and confusion: God is my refuge. The very God that gives and takes life is the very one I run to. I cannot express how important it is for all of us to run to Him. He is the comforter, protector, and giver of peace. If you can, try to seek Him today and see what happens. People say, “I just don’t believe in God, and if He is so loving why would He be so cruel?” And I say, again, have faith in Him that He is who He says He is, and that He knows what is best for us – even when we don’t understand. Faith is believing in what we cannot see.