{The pandemic has me thinking a lot about suffering, especially its purpose; so I’m reposting this article I wrote in the spring}
It’s 1 in the afternoon. My husband won’t be home for at least 3 more hours. And the baby won’t.stop.crying.
He’s had a nap. Been fed. Had a diaper change.
I’ve held him. Bounced him. Sung to him. Put him down. Picked him up again. Everything I can think of.
But he won’t.stop.crying.
I remember a DVD the OBGYN gave me at a prenatal visit. Something about “purple crying”. The narrator explained that sometimes babies cry for no good reason – sometimes A LOT! If you’ve done everything you know to do, and the baby is still crying, put the baby down in a safe place and walk away for a little while.
So, I lay him in his crib and go outside. I slowly circle the outside of the house a few times to try and clear my head.
Each time I walk by his window, I hear him. Still.crying.
That day is tattooed in my memory, but that baby is now in middle school.

When I think of that day, I laugh. Usually. But it wasn’t humorous then.
What I didn’t understand as a new mama is that crying is the only way a baby is able to communicate. To tell us there’s something wrong.
Why is that the only way, though?
And do they have to be so loud? How is it that they change so quickly from content, cooing angels with their feet in their hands to irate, screaming banshees with their fists in tight balls?
Is there no other way to signal that they’re hungry or need a diaper change? Surely God, in His wisdom, would have devised another way if there were one. But, He didn’t. So, there must not have been.
I mean, would I have kept the baby on a regular feeding schedule if he simply lay there sleeping peacefully or gazing contently at the ceiling fan? Sure, I’d probably stare at him a lot, marveling at how cute he was. But would it occur to me to feed him if he wasn’t causing a scene? Possibly not.
The baby must do something to get someone’s attention. To snap a caregiver out of her self-absorbed-ness. To encourage a parent to…well, parent.
Hear me out…
This scene with my son came to mind recently when I read commentary on 1 Samuel chapters 16 and 17 from the English Standard Version Study Bible. One sentence got my attention: “God trains David, through suffering, to lead his people”.
My immediate reaction: Wait? What? Why use suffering? Wouldn’t something else work?
To suffer is to undergo pain or distress. To sustain injury. It might involve anguish. Suffering is…negative!
How does suffering – which sounds negative – produce someone who will make a good king, parent, teacher, CEO, writer, leader…
Well, if I didn’t suffer, would I learn as much? Would I pay attention as closely? Would I even realize I was supposed to learn something?
If David hadn’t suffered, would he have become a great king? Would he have been prepared to lead God’s people?
Maybe it is necessary to suffer because it drives us TO God. As David suffered, he wrote songs that we continue to use to call out to God in our despair or to lift His name in praise. David’s words have become prayers for millions.
When I struggled as a stay-at-home mom with an infant I couldn’t figure out, I cried. A LOT. And in my suffering, I turned back to God. Whom I had been ignoring for nearly a decade.
Would I have done that if everything had been all cute baby giggles? It’s less likely. If everything were going well, I wouldn’t have seen a need for God. I would have thought, “I’m doing awesome at this mother stuff!” and gone about my business.
But people aren’t usually compelled to move or change if life is a bed of roses.
I have found that God uses suffering to move me. To prompt me. To inspire me. To change me. To point me back to Himself. To cause me to seek Him.
When I think of it this way, I’m not as bothered by the fact that I will suffer in this life. If that is the way God, in His sovereignty and providence, has designed life to be, then I will meet it head on and embrace what He teaches me.
*Crossway Books. (2011). Holy Bible: english standard version, study bible. Wheaton, IL.