Every Friday, I look at MSNBC's Week in Pictures. I don't know why, I almost always get upset by the images, there is almost always a heart-wrenching picture of our troops, and especially lately of the destruction across the world.
It seems like these natural disasters are just happening left and right, and I get so upset. I can't stand to see family's ripped apart, the children who lost parents and the parents who lost children.
Yesterday on the way home I was listening to 89.3, the local NPR station and they were interviewing a Pakistani man who was sitting outside one of the destroyed school houses. He said he knew that both his sons were dead but he just wanted their bodies so he could have a grave for them, that was all he had left. I just lost it. I had to pull over I was crying so hard. I couldn't imagine how it would feel to lose not one but both of your children.
I wouldn't be able to go on. Dramatic as that may sound it would be the truth. If I lost Conner, life would cease for me.
I try to tell myself that these things happen and God is there to provide comfort and the lost ones are in such a better place, but how hard for those that remain?
These are the times when I struggle with my Christianity and I get just so angy. Not at God specifically, but at myself, for not letting it go, and for trying to question everything. For not understanding.
How do you cope with these times? Do you just push it our of your mind? Do you pray?