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.
God, help.
What do you say to a woman who has just been sexually abused by her own father?
God, what???
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.
God, help.
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.
Undergoing chemotherapy.
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.
Lord, please.
Please be the answer to them today.
