Yesterday I heard that a business associate is going through what I have come to call an “Oh Well” event – one of those experiences when life doesn’t make sense – in this case death, untimely and unexpected. We all face it at some point. I began to term these life experiences as “Oh Well” a couple of years ago when a friend lost her son just before his high school graduation in a freak fishing/swimming accident. As I waited my turn to greet her prior to the funeral, I thought, what can I possibly say? I simply said, “I am so sorry.” As we hugged, she whispered in my ear, “Oh well.” Those words stuck with me. Afterwards, I gathered up all of the newspaper articles and obituaries I had collected over the years of these unexpected, untimely deaths of people who had crossed my path and put them in a folder labeled “Oh Well.” When you think about it, we can assess, evaluate, and surmise the remainder of our lives and still not have the answer. Instead, we need peace; and somehow for me “Oh Well” is a cry for peace.
From time to time, I pull out the folder and have a personal memorial day. I remember each person, how they touched my life, and how fragile life is – that we really do need to live each day as though it were our last. And then, I am reminded to ask the Prince of Peace to continue to impart His supernatural peace to the ones who remain.
Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. I Corinthians 13:12 (NIV)
Wow! That was powerful Debra! I am so glad we have crossed paths in our little Ring of Faith!
Sometimes I’m guilty of having an “oh well” attitude when something bad happens. I feel like, spending all my energy analyzing what happened isn’t as peaceful as accepting it.
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Thank you for your comment. Transitioning to that place of “peace” is where grace from the Most High comes into view. We don’t see this part until we are in the peaceful land.