Freda's Garden:

Today

Welcome to my Garden:
This picture was taken on my mom's eightieth birthday. Mom
is sitting down. I'm standing next to her and my dad is next to
me. The rest are some friends and cousins. God called mom
home before her eight-first birthday. She lived with constant
pain for thirty years. She did not know why, but I never heard
her blame God. Today, we're traveling down the same road.
Jim, my husband, is living with pain. He too, does not know
why, but does not blame God. He tries to see the blessings before
us and not the negatives. I think we've certainly grown through
these experiences. If you or a loved one are experiencing constant
pain, perhaps the following poem will be a comfort to you.

WE DON'T KNOW WHY
We don't know the whys
That God calls us to make a stand.
We don't know the wherefores,
Or even if we can.

We see a world that has forgotten Him,
As it passes by on parade
And our faith in Him is weakened,
We feel alone and so afraid.

Satan would have us believe
That wealth, health or fame,
Are the measure of God's love
For those who wear His name.

But Saints have always suffered,
Knowing their journey here is brief,
Trusting God to comfort them
In all their pain and grief.

For His Son was a man of sorrows
And He suffered all alone.
Not for His sins, but for others,
That He might for them atone.

Though we don't have all the answers
When the anguish call out, "Why?"
We know that He cares so much for us
He went to the cross to die.

And He reaches through the ages,
With His nail scarred hand...
He asks only that we trust Him,
We don't have to understand.

Freda Fullerton
September 26, 2011