Home was a place of laughter and love. Memories of Christmases, birthdays dancing with Daddy, summer days swimming in the drainage ditch, and parents so proud of their youngest daughter all seemed as fresh as the morning sunlight.
Unexplained tragedies change the course of life. Why those things happen isn’t for us to know, but they do happen, and soon the little girl was thrust into a life unplanned.
Questions without answers, feelings without an outlet, emptiness without a bottom, brokenness without anyone to bind the pieces together. Kim was lost in the darkness of her own soul.
Mom remarried, but no one could replace the love and admiration of her departed Dad. Kim ran through her teenage years looking for meaning to the past and purpose for tomorrow. Both eluded her.
And God? Where was He? He’d really been the problem all along, she thought. He could have saved her Dad. He could have kept the tragedy for someone else. He could have let her grow up like all the other little girls. She didn’t “hate” Him, but she didn’t understand Him.
Spring days slipped into years and Kim made choices, knowing that God was watching, but she made them anyway. If she wasn’t looking for Him, maybe He’d stop looking for her. But that wasn’t His plan.
One day, for reasons as unexplained as her father’s death, she read in the prophet Isaiah: He is despised and rejected by men, a Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. And we hid, as it were, our faces from Him; He was despised, and we did not esteem Him (Isaiah 53:3). The words parted her heart like the opening of a curtain and Heaven came down and glory filled her soul. Purpose pointed where there had been wandering, peace settled the questions, everything believed became known, and the lost was found.
Jesus is the Lover of her soul.
(Dedicated to my wife Kim, and her forever Valentine: Jesus!)