The unexpected does interesting things to life and faith. A January phone call bearing news of our son’s serious injuries has opened the door to so much. To joy and relief, to tears and impatience, but most of all to Him.
I didn’t ask to be prepared for Lent.
At least, not yet.
I was still reeling from Christmas, still reveling in the incarnation.
Yet with the jangling of a phone, my heart tore open.
Open to receive.
My lips grew silent.
Silent to hear.
My breath came ragged
Ready for His mending.
My eyes filled with tears to taste suffering…to remember His.
And yet, through the rending and mending that has marked each day since,
I have seen His face.
Felt His heart.
Been redeemed daily by those nevertheless nails He took in my place.
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