I’m suddenly overwhelmed by memories of what it felt like to be there.
I remember feeling so helpless. I remember feeling like I was powerless. I remember feeling completely resigned to God’s will for us (which I was 100% CERTAIN was aligned with my own).
Oh my faith!
Never had more faith been had!
I KNEW my son was coming home. I KNEW it like I knew the sun would set . . . upon his pain and my terror and sorrow. I knew it as I knew that the dawn would come . . . and heal his wounded body and my wounded soul.
I KNEW.
And yet.
And yet, God knows all things from the beginning to the end. God knows what we need. God knows what must be done for our ultimate good. God loves us, and he knows. . . all.
HE KNOWS ALL.
And I trust him. With all of my heart.
With.all.of.my.heart.
In those darkest of hours, He stood by my side. I felt His peace at a time where there should have been none to be had.
Oh that peace. Would there were words to describe.
xx,
Me
To you who hurt:
Trust him.
He knows you. He loves you. He is with you. Always. No matter the burden, no matter how helpless it may seem, no matter the depth of your worry or sorrow. He descended below all that you might not remain comfortless. I pray that you may turn to him, that you may feel his loving arms around you.
He is the perfect friend.