The wave comes with out warning.
Slams my being.
I realize I have uttered a moan.
The tears fall.
My dancer girl looks strangely at me.
The face of grief.
Unexpected.
How do you put words to the deepest longing?
How do you explain that as you pass this spot on the road, you can never forget.
The spot where your son brought you to get your car.
The last conversation you had together.
How do you explain the ache?
The missing is so hard.
We have journeyed to the cross this Lenten Season.
Each day closer.
Looming.
Jesus took the walk to Calvary for us.
He chose to travel the road.
He could have stopped time.
He could have called 10,000 angels.
But he didn’t.
He walked; so we might have life.
He suffered.
He died.
He rose again.
So our sin deadened lives would be redeemed.
A gift.
Hope.
For All.
Life.
Eternal.
The ache I feel.
He bore.
The longing I have.
He fulfilled.
I will see Elijah again.
For all Eternity.
Because Christ walked that road.
The cross before him.
Today.
As we hang between Good Friday and Easter Sunday.
I think on these things.
I have surrendered my life to Christ.
He took up my cross and carried it.
Because of His great love.
My sins are washed as white as snow.
Nothing will take away my grief; my longing for my child.
But a way has been made.
To take that hurt and longing to the arms of a loving Savior.
The road open.
A way.
Hope and joy given in measures not understandable.
The sun shines over the mountain, spilling its’ rays, illuminating the pastures and fields.
Our love should reflect that image.
Spilling over in gratitude.
Breathing life.
Hope.
For All.
Rejoicing in the Name that is above all other Names.
He didn’t remain on that cross.
How much time do we spend really dwelling on that truth?
We carry burdens we should lay down.
We bear the weight that was meant for Him.
Won’t you relieve yourself of that burden today?
Rest.
In the love of Christ.
Let Him wash you new and clean?
Step into the Hope of Eternity.
I’m resting in that glorious hope.
Standing on promises true and solid.
