A Glimpse

Friday night was torture for me. When we got home from Ben's party, I did what I could to make Eli comfortable which wasn't much. I went to bed and laid there listening to him crying in his room. Oh how I wished that I could somehow take on that pain rather than him. My mind refused to speak God's promises to my soul. Eli's body was in pain and so was my mind.

Yesterday morning during my quiet time, I thought on that experience. And the Lord, in His graciousness, reminded me that He, too, experienced pain over His Son's pain. I thought of God the Father's anguish as He watched His Son be tortured and killed. And though I could do nothing about my son's pain, God could have removed His Son's pain in an instant. Yet, He CHOSE not to. Why? For me. God the Father allowed His Son to experience far more mental and physical anguish than anyone can imagine - and they both did it willingly, for you, for me.

This experience has given me a fresh perspective on my salvation. And a newer appreciation for the One Who provided it. And though I wouldn't wish pain on anyone, I'm so thankful that God truly does use everything that happens to us for our good.