Caring for others takes no greater toll than on the soul. It's an invisible toll that expresses itself mentally and physically. And it's a toll that requires divine intervention.
There were numerous nights I'd cry out to God, asking him, Why? Why did you let Mom get sick? Why did you, the all-powerful one, let anyone get sick? And when, if ever, will you intervene? I wanted to reconnect with a God who felt far away.
Trust requires honest communication. In order to trust God, we need to be honest with him, knowing that this "High Priest of ours understands our weaknesses, for he faced all of the same testings we do, yet he did not sin" (Hebrews 4:15).
We have to believe that God is bigger than our sadness, bigger than our doubts and fears, and that he understands. He watched his own son die, unjustly, causing him unimaginable grief. When our world cracks in two, we need to let him comfort us.
While God is big enough to handle our questions, we need to remain small enough to hear the answers. For he often speaks in whispers.