I love how our Lord is always there with us, even during a middle-of-the-night bathroom trip!
I woke up a bit sore and stiff. Maybe I AM getting a bit older, ha! Maybe I was lying in an odd position for too long. Maybe a change in the weather was on the horizon… who knows?! I got up and did the “my legs and hips hurt” shuffle all the way to the bathroom.
Confession time: moments like these make me angry! I could list a myriad of reasons all the way from self-pity to hatred of the devil. I was not about to accept this pain this night!! I literally wanted to swing my fists at something, as if connecting with a physical enemy might fix a possible spiritual problem.
On my way back to the warmth and comfort of my bed, I asked Jesus how He didn’t get mad as He was carrying the tree He was about to be crucified on up the steep hill of Golgotha. After all He had recently endured, how did He not lash out and begin swinging His fists and screaming at those watching and those causing Him pain? Continue reading “For the joy set before Him…”
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