We must never forget the beauty that God raises out of pain. We'd like to, pain is not our friend, do you like pain? Likely not, nearly unanimously not, or else you're considered to be mentally unbalanced. Pain is not liked, learned nor loved, yet God uses pain to bring something we like, teach us and instill deep in our soul love.
Beauty in the form of a lady confined to a wheel chair, but, who's mind explored the cosmos. She lived, oh how she lived! She loved, oh my, how she loved. She was as fearless as any person I've ever known. She might've been cruelly made to stay in a wheel chair, but her grace, dignity, joy, majesty and faith, yes, faith; took her places my young soul desired to go, but in my youthful ignorance, could not, would not.
She always sought ways to make me think. My young ignorance believing only science, only human knowledge, she found constant challenges to that, as today, is my stead. Back there, in that past, she used her faith to powerfully plant pathos into my construct. What a wonder with wanderlust to seek my yet to be born again soul, I believe she saw it?
One day, think it was bright, sunny, as entering the kitchen she said, "You claim there is no God because we can't prove where He comes from, right"? Sensing a trap, "Well, uh, sure." "No," says she, "I want a straight answer." I tried to dodge some more, but she kept nailing me until finally, "Alright- yes- you can't tell me where God comes from." She had me- "So if I could show you, in the Bible, where it says where God comes from, you'd at least have to consider it?" She smiled, delighted, she knew she had me. I said yes, yes already. She said Habakuk 3:3.
