Losing someone you love often disturbs your relationship not just with them, but with God. Four years ago this February, my husband and I lost our beloved daughter Ruth, shortly before she turned 8. This winter I lost my vibrant, hardworking missionary mom to cancer at the age of 65. Knowing how well God has taken care of us through this, I cannot point a finger at him and say, “You were not faithful!” Yet, I no longer trust him to protect the people I love.
It was snowing this week – again – which would have been fine, except my oldest son, Judah, and his classmates from Chop Point School in Woolwich were about to get on a bus and drive three hours to Boston on their way to Nicaragua. Each winter they spend a couple of weeks teaching English and science and sharing God’s love with children who live in garbage dumps. Only, I worried whether they’d get there.
“Don’t you trust God?” my 11-year-old daughter, Lydia, asked as we walked through the grocery store, picking up last-minute items for Judah’s trip.
I looked down at her with a sad smile. No, I didn’t trust him. But I didn’t want to tell her this, and I didn’t want to lie.
Eventually I said, “I’m sad about Savta,” using the Hebrew name for ‘grandmother,’ which my mom preferred. “It’s hard for me to trust God right now because she was asking him to heal her, and he didn’t.”
We were all asking God to heal her. Just as we had prayed many, many times for Ruth, asking God to make her body strong. Yet, he didn’t do that either. After such disappointment, many people turn away from believing in God at all.
I believe. I’m just hurt. And angry. And disappointed.
That night after returning from the grocery store with Lydia, I picked up a magazine article I’d found among my mom’s papers. “Persevering with Hope,” the title said. Needing a little hope, I sat down to read and came upon these beautiful words written by Protestant reformer John Calvin.
“Hope,” Calvin said, “is nothing else than the expectation of those things which faith previously believes to have been truly promised by God. Thus, faith believes that God is true; hope expects that in due season he will manifest the truth. Faith believes that he is our Father; hope expects that he will always act the part of a Father toward us. Faith believes that eternal life has been given to us; hope expects that it will one day be revealed.”
In times of loss, it’s important to remember that – just like this snowy winter – there are seasons in life. Seasons of doubt. Seasons of darkness. But just as we expect the snow to melt and the crocuses to bloom, we must also believe that our feelings of disappointment will dissolve the moment we again see those we have loved and lost in the new life God has promised.
Or as I said to Lydia, tucking her goodnight, “God is trustworthy, even when we don’t trust him.”