Christian Living, Finding Peace, Grieving, Prayer

when god is god and i am not

she was beautiful.

 she was tall. she was black-ish.

what a used to call in childhood a “chocolate friend”

 and she was sick

 from the time i met her.

my heart breaks because she

more than anything

was a mother

and a young one.

really-really she was.

there are very few reasons i bake a cake.

but today tiffany

went home.

not to her home in my hood in ferndale,where her husband was waiting to comfort or help or

whatever men do when they

don’t know what

to do.

 but home with jesus christ the lord.

she meet jesus and her momma there.

this is certain.

for that reason and for that reason alone, we celebrate.

she was too young-in all of our estimation. all of our estimations,that is,

but gods.

mom of two teen girls and a baby daughter. leaving behind a hubby who found his purpose in loving this brood of “females”.

life

well…you can fill in the blank today.

tonight, i’m baking a cake.

it’s not light, and yet…

it is.

tiffany. tiffany.

oh, sweet sweet tiffany.

you are the first woman i ever met named tiffany what didn’t shrink.

my questions are raised today.

why didn’t you heal her, jesus. for real. i’m asking.

if she was a rich girl, would she have had-better doctors?

revieved a kidney.

still, the answer remains the same.

when god is god and i am not

at least there are friends

 and chocolate.

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2 thoughts on “when god is god and i am not”

  1. Sorry for the loss of your friend.

    Powerful statement below:

    “today tiffany

    went home.

    not to her home in my hood in ferndale,wher her husband was waiting to comfort or help or

    whatever men do when they

    don’t know what

    to do.”

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