The Lord has really been working on my heart this past week. I pray He will use this to speak to you.
Sunday night I was all snuggled in bed watching TV while Chris was shooting things in the living room. The Discovery Channel was showing a series called “Who is Jesus?” I watched the first one and then moved right into the second one. They were following Jesus’ steps His last days on the earth.
The second one focused on his last night. There was discussion about the last supper, whether there was an actual garden of Gethsemane or was it really a cave. As I’m listening to the narrator reading Jesus’ words asking for the cup to be taken from Him, something struck me.
The suffering Jesus endured was immense. Unimaginable to me. And yet He did it.
And God sent Him. His son. And He’d known since before He created the universe or breathed life into Adam that He would one day have to send His son to the earth to die. He knew His son would be created to be the ultimate sacrifice.
In that moment, to me, God became a grieving Father who knows the pain of losing a child. Suddenly the crucifixion had a whole new.
Too many dear women have lost a child to miscarriage or stillbirth or like us, their little babies died before a pregnancy even occurred. The moment our doctor called to tell us how many embryos we had, the moment we saw the picture of them, the moment we watched them being placed into me, in every one of those my love for them grew exponentially. When we found out they did not survive and we were not pregnant, I began grieving for their little lives.
But I also felt a tremendous sense of guilt.
We had created life knowing it might die. We hoped and prayed they would all live. We wanted that so badly and yet it wasn’t meant to be.
My heavenly Father understands that same feeling. He sent His son knowing He would one day die. I have no doubt He hoped that would not be the case and we know Jesus prayed for a reprieve. Yet, it was to be. God understands my grief, my guilt better than I ever really understood. And He’s grieving with us over the loss of our babies just as He grieves with all of His children suffering.
If He can understand my pain, He can understand yours. I pray all of you reading these words will come to know our heavenly Father.
Today, the day our Savior died, I am grateful the Father sent His son to die for my sins. What an awesome sacrifice for both the Father and the Son.
Sunday night I was all snuggled in bed watching TV while Chris was shooting things in the living room. The Discovery Channel was showing a series called “Who is Jesus?” I watched the first one and then moved right into the second one. They were following Jesus’ steps His last days on the earth.
The second one focused on his last night. There was discussion about the last supper, whether there was an actual garden of Gethsemane or was it really a cave. As I’m listening to the narrator reading Jesus’ words asking for the cup to be taken from Him, something struck me.
The suffering Jesus endured was immense. Unimaginable to me. And yet He did it.
And God sent Him. His son. And He’d known since before He created the universe or breathed life into Adam that He would one day have to send His son to the earth to die. He knew His son would be created to be the ultimate sacrifice.
In that moment, to me, God became a grieving Father who knows the pain of losing a child. Suddenly the crucifixion had a whole new.
Too many dear women have lost a child to miscarriage or stillbirth or like us, their little babies died before a pregnancy even occurred. The moment our doctor called to tell us how many embryos we had, the moment we saw the picture of them, the moment we watched them being placed into me, in every one of those my love for them grew exponentially. When we found out they did not survive and we were not pregnant, I began grieving for their little lives.
But I also felt a tremendous sense of guilt.
We had created life knowing it might die. We hoped and prayed they would all live. We wanted that so badly and yet it wasn’t meant to be.
My heavenly Father understands that same feeling. He sent His son knowing He would one day die. I have no doubt He hoped that would not be the case and we know Jesus prayed for a reprieve. Yet, it was to be. God understands my grief, my guilt better than I ever really understood. And He’s grieving with us over the loss of our babies just as He grieves with all of His children suffering.
If He can understand my pain, He can understand yours. I pray all of you reading these words will come to know our heavenly Father.
Today, the day our Savior died, I am grateful the Father sent His son to die for my sins. What an awesome sacrifice for both the Father and the Son.
What a great gratitude Friday post - what is there to be more thankful for than a God who loves us that much!
ReplyDeleteAmen!
ReplyDelete