My prayer wasn’t answered.
On my knees in the bedroom, the paramedics working on my husband in the basement workshop below, my prayer for a Lazarus death-to-life miracle was not answered.
True or False? Did God answer my prayer?
God answered my prayer.
The answer was not what I wanted.
My deepest desire was for the miracle, for my husband to return to life, to be fully restored and returned to me—returned to me in that moment—now.
The earthly miracle vs. the eternal miracle.
My needs vs. God’s plan.
The now vs. the forever.
The cynicism hides within me. Do I know God knows? Do I seek God’s companionship, grace and healing? Or do I cling to the echo of once was?
I want it now is earthly.
God comforts those who mourn. God knows.
“God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.” Rev 21:4