What to make…

I’ll be honest.  I don’t always know what to make of things.

When I read of pain and suffering and lives taken all too soon.  No one’s reporting the good things, it’s always the most sensational, the most gripping, the most heartbreaking.  And lately, there’s so much to take in that it’s been hard to avoid.  And when I read the posts, my heart stops a bit here and there and I don’t know what to make of it.

I don’t always know what to make of things.  Our kids, they are amazing.  But they also have their moments, which means that I have my moments too.  And it’s not the kinds that you take pictures of to post to all your friends about.  It’s the kinds where I yell and let my anger and frustration overwhelm me.  It’s the moments that I later have to apologize for, because when they didn’t do the right thing, neither did I.  I lost my temper, I said words in frustration.  And it reminds me that parenting is one of the hardest things that I do.

I don’t always know what to make of things.  Please don’t get me wrong.  Life has been so good.  It’s been busy, but it always is.  And I know that I have so much to be thankful for.

But I also know that sometimes, I feel like running away from the bad things that I don’t know what to make of.

And sometimes I do.

But eventually, I always come back.

Because when I don’t know what to make of it all, I do know the one does know.  I know that the God who holds this universe together, the one that sees the entire picture of life.  He knows.  And He loves.  And He is working his great plan out.  His good, and perfect plans.  The ones that are bringing hope and a future.  And this brings me such peace and such stability, in the chaos and instability of life.  I don’t always know what to make of things, but I don’t have to know.  I just have to know and love and trust the One who knows and that will make all the difference.