The Problem of Pain...

I know...I know the title isn't very original. C.S. Lewis is obviously a considerably greater author than I ever inspire to be but I am going to steal his title anyway.

The fact is that pain is a problem. As much as I try to make my life as comfortable as possible, I am forced to understand that pain and suffering are things that are bound to happen to me.

As Heather and I are dealing with the final stages of this pregnancy it has been impossible for us not to dwell some on what happened during the last pregnancy. The feelings of anxiety and anticipation have been multiplied by the fact that the doctors are telling us that there is too much amniotic fluid in the sack currently. This can point to a variety of health issues for the baby including stillbirth.

As much as I never want to blame God for any suffering that I endure, it is difficult not to start screaming out in anger at Him. I am tired of dealing with the anguish of losing Benjamin.

While pain being allowed by an omnipotent God simply doesn't make sense to me, I need to recognize that I am the created not the Creator. My mind can not see what is ahead nor can I get free from what I have left behind. However, I know that Jesus is greater and that knowing Him is worth more than anything the world can throw at me.