God Is Good

A crowded hospital chapel filled full with praying, tearful people is what I found one Sunday night. Just hours before life was going on as usual; the sun was out, the sky was beautiful--life was normal. With one message, with one sentance, life changed--forever altered by the severity and sadness of the situation. One of my closest friends' mom jad died. Without warning, without any reason, she had passed from this life to the next by the will of God.

My mind blurred. My heart felt a literal ache. Not only had my friend lost her mother and friend, I had also lost someone. This woman I looked up to, spoke freely to, and who loved me, was gone.

In the hour or two before I went to the hospital I wrestled with the events that had happened. I tried to understand and figure out why God did this, why He had chosen to take one of the most wonderful witnesses of Him out of this world. This I could not do. To this day I honestly still do not understand the "why." In those moments, my mind was full with the mess of what was happening.

Then I was there, in the hospital, waiting anxiously for one of my friends so that we might enter the chapel together. I could not enter alone. As soon as she arrived we entered together, red-faced and teary-eyed. In that moment, reality struck me once again, bringing me to my knees.

The room was quiet. Pain and grief lingered in the air like a bad stench. There she was, my dear broken friend, wrapped in the embraces of our fellow friends. She was more vulnerable than ever before. But in the midst of that stench was the aroma of love, it was prayer. A sign of hope, of light, in the darkness.

That night is a memory forever burned into my brain. I will never forget it. As horrible as it was, God's presence was there drawing me and those around me closer to Him. Never before did I pray more deeply, never before had I cried so hard, but He was there. His might hand moved and guided all of us that nightand in the days to come just like He always does.

Through this pain, through this heartache, He is still good. God's goodness still existed even in this situation. My friend who lost her mother, she and I grew even closer. Our hearts and souls are forever intertwined. My other friends also grew closer with one another. We all were hurting. We all were searching for hope in the situation.

It still hurts; the pain is still present. The pain will probably never go away. That is okay. God is good--that is enough.

(This is an essay I was assigned to write for an English project. The point was to convey emotion and tell about an event in your life that happened that you remember vividly.)