Today’s Washington Post has a super-insightful story of a youth pastor’s wife and her journey through life and the loss of a child. A must read … here’s a clip:

Around this time last year, I found myself awake in the middle of the night. I was having an argument with God. Technically, it was a silent one because both my husband and son were asleep, but I was screaming inside. How could he have let this happen? I was a good person.

Why didn’t he protect me from the loss of our second son?

This was not a reality I wanted to live in. This couldn’t be what a life spent loving God could look like, right? I was desperate to hear God and was so frustrated by his silence. That moment in bed, with tears running down my face, I acknowledged there is evil and pain in the world.

How could I reconcile this pain to a loving God?