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Devastation and Praise Travel the Same Road

 I drove into utter devastation a week ago. It took me down a literal road that I traveled in devastation many years ago.  While driving along in silence, staring into the dark, all I wanted to do was puke, scream, throw things, and yell about the awful darkness of this world. It all felt too horrific. I didn’t want the searing pain and marathon road that I knew was ahead for my friends. I’ve lived long enough and through enough brokenness to know there are rarely answers to, “Why, Lord?!” Yet, I found myself saying it, asking it, pleading against it. “Not this, Lord! Not for them. I don’t want to see anyone else I care about have to walk this awful road. Why?” Nearly 20 years ago, in the dark of the seat of a car through late night hours I mentally battled out similar thoughts with the Lord regarding my own tragedy and loss. He met me then; He met me now.  “I had you. I have them. I’m with them on this road.” And so He is. I know that with every fiber of my being. Yet, I push against

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