I was plunged deep into a hidden pain yesterday, a pain I am quiet about because I do not want to hurt others by revealing my own hurt in the wrong way. (
Do not cause anyone to stumble, whether Jews, Greeks or the church of God... I Corinthians 10:32)
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Yet in the depths, when the tears become a river, and the sobs escape even though I hug my knees to my chest hard and dig my nails into my own flesh...it is the Man of Sorrows who sits with me in my grief. A baby born to die...who escaped the murder of all male infants ordered by an evil king...the one who prayed that the cup of the Cross be lifted from his trembling lips. Emmanuel...God with us. He is here, Emmanuel, on the bathroom floor with me as I weep. Inside my broken heart, feeling every awful twinge and groaning for me at the Mercy Seat.
"Man of Sorrows, what a name
For the Son of God who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!
~ Phillip Bliss, 1875 ~
5 comments:
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I so understand. Christmas is hard for me this year also. Thank you for commenting on my post. I am grateful for the God of sorrows is with both of us.
So sorry. I'll be praying for you, as I cry in my bathroom too.
He cries with us...that is such an encouragement for me. I am never alone. We are never alone. Praise God!
praying along side of you, dear one.
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