Joey and Rory
Kathy A. Weckwerth
I’ve cried this prayer out to God in the back room of my home. Looking out across the grove, into the fields where corn or soybeans usually stand, but winter has covered it with a white blanket of snow, I question God in my angry moments , “Why? Why are there so many out there who are taking lives, bombing buildings, and could care less about life. And yet, there is one sweet, incredibly talented woman who lies in her bed waiting for you to take her home?”
I know what you’re thinking. You probably know of some dear little five year old suffering with leukemia. Or maybe a 20 year old who’s just lost their battle to cancer.
Perhaps your asking yourself who do I think I am praying that God would change His mind?
I’m praying for Joey Feek. I never knew her personally, but I know a lot of really great things about her.
I know that she loves God more than anything and puts her trust in Jesus.
I know she prays and seeks His face.
I know she has a little soon-to-be 2 year old named Indiana.
I know her husband was really blessed that God gave her to him. With her incredibly singing talents, love for country, and care for his daughters from a previous marriage, who could fit so perfectly with him as Joey did for 10 years of their lives?
But she lies in her bed, losing a battle with cancer, awaiting the mandate from Heaven’s gates to call her home.
Every week I look forward to the blog Rory updates us with. Every week I dread the blog, afraid to read she’s left this place for another. And yet I pray God will take her home when Joey, Rory, and Indiana are ready.
My question still remains before God. Why? Why not take someone else. Someone whom I have deemed horrible and not worthy of precious life.
And, like a baby, I just sit and let tears stream down my face as I watch their videos and listen to their cds. I embrace every moment I can, as some stranger from a distance, hoping and watching, praying and waiting.
Farmer Dean, the gentle soul that he is, just sits next to me and watches with me, wondering the same thing I do, the same thing thousands are wondering …. why?
In all of this pain, in all of these circumstances, we have watched the example of the Feeks blazing like a beautiful flame in a dark night. They continue to be faithful before God, and before us. No resentment. No bitterness. No anger towards our Creator. Unlike my heart that’s just questioning … wondering … anguishing.
As I turn to get back to work, I thank God for the very moments of life I have. I ask forgiveness for the days when I didn’t want to be here, when life seemed too much. I thank God for the sweet farm I live on and the kind soul I’m married to for these past 10 years.
[callout]And I say a prayer. Not just for Joey and Rory, but for anyone out there going through this thing called cancer. May God bless you with inner core strength, may His light shine like a blaze of fire in your darkness, and may His peace fall gently upon you like a soft summer rain.[/callout]
Somewhere in the waiting and watching, I look for comfort. I listen for God. I stretch my faith.
As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts. Isaiah 55:9
For more information on Joey and Rory, log onto joeyandrory.com
For Rory’s blog, log onto: thislifeilive.com