It has been over a month and walking into Elijah’s room still takes my breath away.
I know getting rid of the “stuff” he used isn’t the same as getting rid of the memories but as each item is moved or removed, I am painfully reminded that this life has not turned out the way I thought it would.
I have cried to myself and yelled at God and told Him that it isn’t fair. So many things that I thought would turn out a particular way, are just not.
And you know what? It isn’t “fair” by any stretch of the imagination. But that doesn’t mean that it isn’t worth it.
Jesus didn’t come so that we could live a fair life. He came so that we could live a life in which we walk by His side. He guides us through it all and somehow we make it. Somehow, we come out on the other side. Maybe a little banged up but no worse for the wear.
I was never promised a fair life or a safe life but I was promised one that would be exceedingly and abundantly more than I could ask or think (Ephesians 3:20).
C.S. Lewis said it best in The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe- “Safe? Who said anything about safe? Of course He isn’t safe! But He’s good!”