Randomly, I saw the end of Cast Away last night, and these words have stuck with me, “I had power over nothing. And that’s when this feeling came over me like a warm blanket. I knew, somehow, that I had to stay alive. Somehow. I had to keep breathing. Even though there was no reason to hope. And all my logic said that I would never see this place again… So that’s what I did. I stayed alive. I kept breathing.”
When things don’t make sense, we have to keep breathing, keep living, and keep trusting God. I have been keeping up with a new blog, http://ourclaire.wordpress.com/, about a family that is in the middle of something that doesn’t make sense. It’s a family’s story of dealing with the near-drowning of their 3 year old, Claire, at the beginning of this summer. (This family is a part of my church, but I have never met them. I heard about their story in a bible study.) As this family struggles through this tragic, confusing time, they are vulnerably blogging their story. It’s pretty emotional to follow, but I appreciate the transparent story-telling.
We got through our adoption story because of God working on our behalf and the prayers of the many people who journeyed with us – some we never met. I hope you will join this family’s story, root for little Claire, and wait to see how God works.