It’s not Fair

Today was one of those days.

A day that I wish I could be little again, run to my daddy, and cry, “It just isn’t fair.”

Remember saying that as a kid? Maybe your brother got two turns on the swing instead of letting you take yours. “It’s not fair!”

Maybe your sister got a date with the guy you thought for sure would ask you out. “It isn’t fair!”

Children are quick to point out when they think something isn’t fair.

Adults can be quick to do so as well.

The difference, hopefully, is that, while adults may cry “Unfair!” inside they realize that life isn’t fair. We have mindsets of how things should go, but have been around the block enough times to know that sometimes, things don’t go the way they are supposed to.

Today was a day I wanted to cry “Unfair.”

Today I sat in a chair, inside a church, and listened to people stand up and say wonderful things about a man who was called to leave this life too early. If anyone had the right to say life isn’t fair, it was him.

He lost both his parents at a young age. He struggled with heart issues much of his adult life, often having to go in for procedures on arteries in his neck. A year or so ago, he was told he had cancer. Through all of these, and other challenges, he held strong to the fact that God was in control. He woke up every morning and said, “Jesus, I love you, I trust you, and I need you.” Wow. 

 The pictures on the slide show showed a man who loved his family and others. The words of the people who stood to share memories held testament to the same thing. Jake was a man who lived out his faith in love and service to others. When his wife got up to speak, I couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down my cheeks. I would catch a glimpse every once in a while of his kids and my heart hurt for them. And I wanted to scream that it just isn’t fair that they have to face life without their dad.

Death is a horrible thing. It wasn’t what God intended when he created us, but it is what we are dealt because we live in a fallen world. For Jake, death meant healing, freedom from pain and suffering, and an eternity with his Savior. But for those who loved him dearly–for his wife, kids, and other family members–it means loss. Yet, there is hope, for they know some day they will see him again.

Still, it just isn’t fair.


About becmom45

Wife of one, mom of four, mom-in-law to two, grammy to one precious little boy; lover of snow, autumn, pumpkins, cats, books, baking, Charles Wysocki puzzles, Christmas; honest, raw author who hopes what is written here enlightens and educates those fortunate enough to not understand the demons chronicled.
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