Sometimes It's Better You Don't Know

As I stood by the grave of our mentally ill daughter Luanna, who died of suicide, I suddenly connected all the dots. Flash!!! For the first time in my life, I could trace the symptoms of my spouse's mental illness through nearly 40 years of married life. They were obvious and unmistakeable. So, why had I missed them for so long? I could think of only one explanation: God must have concealed it from me. I angrily blurted out, "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!!!! . . . . He calmly replied,

"Sometimes it's better you don't know."

At first I was puzzled. Then I thought, "What if I had known from the beginning? What would I have done? How would I have reacted?" I quickly realized that it would not have been good. So, it truly was a blessing not to know the condition of my spouse. Had I known what I was up against, I would've lived the previous 40+ years under a dark cloud of worry and fear. I would have carried a weight that God never meant for me to carry. But instead I was blissfully ignorant and therefore free to enjoy our growing family and do life with a positive attitude. God works in mysterious ways! "Thank You, Lord!"

P.S. This pix and several others on this website are mine. Art is part of my self-care. It restores my soul and makes me happy! What do you do for self-care?