On this beautiful morning, I’m remembering another morning like it two years ago when Julia and I were meditating before the Lord from her bed, as we welcomed the sunrise and listened to birdsong. I don’t regret for one moment that I asked God even then, a couple weeks before her death, to spare her and restore her to life. The peace that settled over our hearts in silence was, “I will, soon…”

Why don’t You, God…?

There is a difference between grief asking this question and cold, calculating, judging questions spoken as if God is on trial and to be examined. God does hide things from us and does not have to explain himself to us. He knew Peter would fall into the waves and yet he told him to come. He knew Lazarus would die even though the sisters had sent word to him and the expectation was that he would come and heal him.

There’s also a difference between asking God for something and not receiving it, and never asking God for something because you’re not sure that he intends to give it. God always calls us to ask of Him, and he never qualifies what to ask or how much to ask. But he does reserve the right to say “I will, soon….”

The recording that follows is birdsong heard in our back yard (recordings gathered from various places), plus Julia’s sigh of contentment…