I went to the hairdresser this week. My objective was to get my hair cut short enough so that it would be “care-free”, because my job as a caregiver to my husband has escalated a bit. As I sat in the waiting area, another customer came in and sat down near me. She was similar in age to me and I felt an immediate affinity towards her. It was pouring outside. Wonderful icebreaker. “Wow, it sure is pouring outside!” I said. She agreed, but said she just needed to get out of the house. She offered that she is caring for her husband who is dying of terminal cancer. She volunteered that they had moved here from the Bay Area, and that they had no immediate friends or family that could help her. I sat in some amazement, already knowing our commonalities, and listened. Finally, it was my turn and I mentioned that this was a small world, as I, too, was caring for a husband with terminal cancer and that we had moved up here from the Bay Area. The difference being, however, that we had some very special daughters, a terrific group of friends, and a strong church family that were proving to be the wind beneath my sails during this very difficult time.
And then she said it. “Oh, I don’t believe in God anymore. I’ve had too many troubles in my life and I don’t think if there is a God, that he would have let them happen.” I listened. She said, “I lost my mom and dad at a very early age, and I was abused as a child. I have no one to help me and my husband is dying. He doesn’t deserve to die and I don’t understand any of it.”
I said, “You know, I don’t think God is the cause of the bad things that have happened in your life. I think it is people that do bad things, but I am 100% convinced that God is right there, and has your back, through it all.”
She asked how God would allow those things to happen. I told her that I believe that if you believe in Heaven, then you must also believe in Hell. I believe that the devil works through people to do his work, just as God works through people to do His work.
We changed the subject and talked about simpler things for awhile, as it was starting to become a bit too tense, and after a few minutes, she said, “You know, I really like what you had to say about God. You said it in such a calm voice and I can see that you are comfortable with what you believe.” I told her that I was and that it was only through my faith, and the strength of my husband’s faith, that I could find my way through such a difficult time. I mentioned that I could not imagine facing death without the comfort of the promise that God has made to us.
I took my new friend’s email address and I’ve written her once. She replied indicating that she just might look into a nearby church and “check it out”. I will pray for her, and for her husband. They need to feel His strength and know that it will all be OK, one way or another.
And I thank God for all my blessings during this Easter season.