The LORD is my Shepherd–I have no wants.
“Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery trial when it comes upon you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you.”
~1 Peter 4:12~
Forgive me Father for I have sinned.
The rains came down and the floods
came up and yet again I quickly sank
into the quicksand of my doubt until
You saw your Son and pulled me out
and picked me up again.
“But rejoice insofar as you share Christ’s sufferings that you may also rejoice and be glad when his glory is revealed.”
~1 Peter 4:13~
“…and a sword will pierce even your own soul…”
“I think I’m gonna have to go out to the hill and cry”, I tell him at dinner.
“Why’s that?” he asks.
I stand up, push in my chair, and excuse myself from the table of husband and happy children.
The ache had been building all day. It’s like my body knows–remembers.
This is the night he was born.
On the way home from Wendy’s we stopped by the local market.
My favorite cashier was working, the middle-aged mother of four grown sons. She was Ethan’s Kindergarten cafeteria lady–even remembers how much he hates applesauce. Every time I go in there she asks about him.
I set the wine on the counter and tell her he turns eleven today.
Knowing she understands I look her in the eye and ask her straight-up.
“That lump in your throat. The ache. Does it get any easier?”
Sobbing in the shower.
Water pours down my body.
Blood drips down my legs.
Hospital tiles–the only witness to my grief.
Baby rests in daddy’s arms.
I look down–see the place he used to sleep.
But he’s not there anymore.
I return to the house.
Kids are finished with cake and getting ready for bed.
He meets me in the kitchen, catches tears on his shoulder.
Like a night years ago he cannot take away the pain.
But thanks be to God he carries me through it.