What they saw as injustice, God saw as mercy.

Immediately Sam’s thinning face and big toothy smile flashed across my mind. I suddenly felt the full weight of the injustice I had carried for so long – the whole injustice of this wait, with the pandemic and the spy balloons and the orphanage running out of food. I suddenly felt the weight of my belief – or was it resentment? – that I knew God could fix it and He hadn’t. He could intervene, but He hadn’t. He could bring my boy home, but He hadn’t. It just felt so wrong and unfair.

But maybe, just maybe, if what Dr. M said was true, then maybe what I was seeing as injustice, God was intending for mercy.

What if we heard God right and chose not to heed His voice?

What if God wants to bring healing to our family through Sam? What if he wants to bring healing just like he did through Gideon, even when we couldn't see it?

What if when Jesus talked about going to the blind and the lame and the disabled, what if when He talked about going to the people the world overlooks, what if He meant that literally?

What if He literally meant we’d have to lose our life to find it?