Some people are having a hard time coping lately.
Maybe, you are one of them.
I know the feeling, I am at a cross-road and it is not a comfortable place to be.
So, I was talking to my best friend last night, pouring my heart out. I was sharing my biggest worries, realized I used 'fear' and immediately asked forgiveness because I should not really fear. I believe in the power of the tongue.
Life is just so confusing and I felt the cold, wet tears running down my face. He does it to me every time I speak to him, it must be because he is so understanding.
I was actually, true to my nature, more arguing than talking, asking him, why do we really need trials?
He is good at listening and normally leaves me to do all the talking. If he does reply, his answers are soft whispers, making it sometimes very hard for me to hear him.
Wise, as he is, he told me to look at the cross.
In my imagination, I saw a rustic wooden cross.
We all know the story.
We know about Adam and Eve, God's promises, continued sin, prophesies, Jesus of Nazareth and His cry on the cross - Eli, Eli Lama Sabachthani.
We cling to the message of the resurrection, salvation, eternity and healing of our human souls and wounds.
It is all true.
My friend told me, to pause and think why did God allow the crucifixion?
Why did He decide His only begotten son has to bear the depths of death?
I could not think anymore.
My friend explained....it was all about........... LOVE.
Love, I asked?
For you, He answered.
I closed my eyes and fell into a deep, soft, heavenly sleep....