This week I heard some words from a doctor that nobody wants to hear about someone they love.

There were tears and prayers and two specific verses in my mind

psalm 139:17b “in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.”

and psalm 67:11 “Once God has spoken; twice have I heard this: that power belongs to God,  12 and that to you, O Lord, belongs steadfast love.”

These verses believes not as a theological principle but as a heart conviction are what allows genuine Christians to pray even as they are sobbing driving home from the hospital.

First, how can one trust a God whose character we doubt.  The psalmist speaks of two amazing facets of God’s character that divided would be terrible though combined they are amazing.  God loves his people.  This alone would make a sympathetic Allie but an impotent one.  God is also all powerful. Again, alone this would be terrifying.

Combine God’s love and power and you have the one being in existence who can carry out His plans to perfection and in a perfectly loving way – for the highest good of His people and His highest glory

Finally, we recognize that that day was written before any of us existed.  God planned the illness.  He planned the doctor’s words.  Every moment and molecule was precisely where an all powerful, loving God placed it.

So driving home through my tears I was feebly thanking God though I don’t understand the situation.

What at I do understand and trust is His character.  More than praying for healing (which we want) we prayed that our theology would not float on the top of our intellect but rather sink deep into our hearts.

This, I believe, is the only way that we can pray with thanksgiving when the foundations of the world seem to be crumbling along us.