I have been watching the events unfold. At times I had participated. I could still hear their voices... This is not what I planned to do, I should have looked for another career but I had to provide for my child. Shame... This is not right. Why are you telling me this? Anger turning with every word into hatred...Yes, this is my family. I am their mother and there is no one else. Unawareness... She is my child...Yes, she has cancer...
I became aware. I began to see. This was deterioration. This was disorder. This was painful. I grieved for Him. This was not what he intended. This was not his plan. This was messy. Through these voices my Lord had just revealed His pain. He had exposed his continual grief..
No servant is greater than his master; John 15:20. So as I continue to bear my sorrow...I know that I might not see justice in this lifetime. But when I meet him ...When he embraces me in the garden as He welcomes me. As I cry on his shoulder while He comforts me... I know that in his goodness he will recall my tears; Psalm 56:8; and take them into consideration in my day of judgment...
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