I still haven’t opened the boxes yet. I have moved them from my car to the living room table. Baby steps. Brad and I want to open them together and look through them together and we just haven’t had a moment to sit down and really go through them. Or we are putting it off.
I know there are some of you out there who can relate to the death of a child and there are some who can’t, thankfully. But one thing I am learning is that pain is pain. As one country music songs puts it “we all bleed red, we all taste rain, all fall down” We just do. Part of living here is dealing with sin with equals into pain. One thing I don’t ever want to do is alienate those of you who haven’t felt that particular pain of the death of a child. That one thing that has happened in our lives but it is not the only thing.
People still hurt my feelings
I feel insecure
Bad news comes from the call from the doctor
My kids struggle
My marriage has ups and downs
Normal life still hurts me. I still bleed red just like you. I am happy one minute and crying the other minute for no apparent reason. God is that same God in my meltdowns as He was the day Jake died. God is the God for my bad mood the same way He is the God for my grief process.
He is that same God for me as He is for you. He changes you through your circumstances the same way He changes me, He just asks for a willing heart. The only way I made it and continue to make it is that I was broken enough to allow God room to do whatever He wanted. I gave God permission then and I continue to give him permission to work in my pain – big and small.
What makes us all the same? We are a people full of sin who need a Savior. No matter how big or small the sin, the consequence is still the same. We all have a God who watched and allowed His Son to bleed red for us so that we might have a Savior. This week of Easter, celebrate that we are all the same – sinners in need of a Savior.
Thankful He bled red for me and for you!