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Story of the Splinter

Updated: Sep 3, 2021

Sometimes it can be challenging to understand why we suffer pain and sorrow in life. It may seem like God is distant, maybe doesn't care, or is punishing us. The difficulties of life can easily cause us to turn away from believing that God even exists. Because, certainly, if God truly cared about us, he would not allow all of this heartache and destruction that we see all around us and the grief that touches our lives. Or would he?

Recently, I was challenged to list out the ten worst moments of my life. At the top of my list was losing my close cousin to Covid. We prayed for her and I felt myself asking, Why? Why Sandra? Why now? I felt let down by God. How could this happen to her and the family and friends she left behind? It is during times of crisis that we can often experience a change of perspective.

That happened to me during another difficult time in my life. When my daughter was 4 ½ years old, she got a splinter in her finger and came to me with big crocodile tears, "Daddy, it hurts, make it stop." Well, you know what has to happen, don't you? I got the tweezers, grabbed some alcohol... and a needle. She took one look at that needle, then looked at me and sobbed, "Is it going to hurt?" I tried never to lie to her, and I said, "Yes, Andrea, it's going to hurt, but we have to take the splinter out, or it will be worse."

Before she could run away, I grabbed her. Then I held her arm down with my knee and got to work on that splinter in her finger. It was tough because she jerked around and screamed. "No, daddy, please don't hurt me." It just broke my heart, but I did what I had to do.

When I let go of her, I thought she wo