My heart broke at the sight of her shaven head. Where beautiful black hair was once her feminine adornment, a simple black hat now covered her head.
Lord, what just do I say?
Words are so feeble.
Just what do I say to bring comfort or hope, without sounding hypocritical or clueless about her suffering and pain?
I’m afraid of throwing spiritual clichés at her.
What do you say to a woman who has just been sexually abused by her own father?
I sometimes forget that you grieve and hurt more over the abuse and pain inflicted on your children than the victims or I do.
Had I remembered your tears at Bethany then maybe I would have understood.
You have shown me hope and purpose even through this illness and heartbreak, how do I share this hope and life and peace You have given me?
You’ve got to help me.
For those who have suffered so much more than I have.
Lost a spouse.
Losing a breast because of the ugly, ravaging disease called cancer.
Raising a child with special needs.
I am inadequate for I have not suffered in such a magnitude.
Your road to Calvary Lord, has to be the answer.
Please be the answer to them today.