You would extract the sword piercing your side.
The pain is unbearable and you’re unable to escape it.
I can.
Your wound will heal but, like Jacob, you will limp. The ache will remain. Less over the years, but when the storms roll in or a memory rises in a morning’s mist, the injury twinges.
Escaping the pain can’t be your goal.
The sword is death, and you were never meant to feel it. Matt was never meant to succumb to cancer. Both of you suffered, both physically and emotionally. My children were never meant to endure such agony.
Lean on me, even as you limp. Your steps ache. But don’t expect the throbbing to evaporate. The scars of loss will mark you, but they will also transform you.
Could you be better than you were before? Only by my hand and at my mercy.
Healing will come on our journey forward. Even if you limp. Your pain will lessen.
Stay with me.
I won’t leave you.
The Lord says, “I will rescue those who love me.
I will protect those who trust in my name.
When they call on me, I will answer;
I will be with them in trouble.
I will rescue and honor them. Ps 91:14–15.
Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. All rights reserved.
