He’s been traveling a challenging road–one shared by more people than we’d care to admit. And my heart has shattered into a thousand small pieces time and again when I’ve realized I cannot–nor could I ever–protect, rescue, or guarantee a painless and perfect childhood for my son.
And the question hangs heavy in the air. How could a child who is loved thoroughly and prayed over constantly be thrust into the hands of Someone intending him harm? My mother’s heart lacks understanding and I struggle with God just as Jacob wrestled with the Lord. And while rolling in the dirt I cry out for mercy for my child.
When I rise up–aching, bruised, humbled–I realize the weight of this struggle will always be part of my life, my husband’s life, my child’s life–carried about as a reminder. A reminder that belonging to Him neither exempts myself nor these young ones I love from hardship or pain. A reminder that He is greater than all of it.
I can’t see beyond the rocks or debris scattered across the path, but the God who gifted my life with this precious one knows this road. He walked it himself as The Carpenter’s Son. And now? Now he is going ahead of and behind my child–His child–to protect, rescue, and guarantee a perfect Eternal Someday for him.
Scripture for Reflection
4 Before a word is on my tongue
you, Lord, know it completely.
5 You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain. (Psalm 139:4-6)
