4.4.10

It Hurts me too!




Lately we've been challenged as a family. Life's circumstances have brought us to crossroads that are conflicting in our hearts and minds. Watching our son struggle at the hands of those in authority of his activities is more difficult than I would ever imagine. When working hard doesn't produce the fruit thereof, where do you go then? How can one voice exclaim both yes and no? You're in and you're out? Makes no sense even to me as an adult and to ask a perplexed teenager to figure it out seems futile.  I've asked the Lord so many time lately what He's trying to teach me, what does He want for me to learn? To realize? To believe? For now his dad and I are doing our best. We've been focusing on what we can do and we've learned a thing or two: a parent's love and encouragement go a long way when the world looks to be without hope and a dream seems to begin to die, no matter what others do contrary to their words OUR character counts, hard work really doesn't always pay but it's always right, indeed life is NOT fair-just like our parents told us, and God is for us-always. We can and need to depend on Him.

As Good Friday and Easter Sunday came and went, I realized for the first time ever how the Lord may have felt to watch Jesus, His Son, suffer in ways we'll never understand. It hurts. It hurts to watch our children suffer. Sometimes there's nothing more we can do beyond letting our kids know we are for them and pull along side to encourage them even if we think they don't hear it. Then, all that's left is to turn our heads and cry when their heartache reaches the depths of our own. 

Jesus was on trial, was beaten beyond human recognition, hung and died on a cross: Did His Father have to look away and cry because His heart hurt more than He could stand? 

I think so.


Job 35:9 Men cry out under a load of oppression; they plead for relief from the arm of the powerful.

It Hurts me too!




Lately we've been challenged as a family. Life's circumstances have brought us to crossroads that are conflicting in our hearts and minds. Watching our son struggle at the hands of those in authority of his activities is more difficult than I would ever imagine. When working hard doesn't produce the fruit thereof, where do you go then? How can one voice exclaim both yes and no? You're in and you're out? Makes no sense even to me as an adult and to ask a perplexed teenager to figure it out seems futile.  I've asked the Lord so many time lately what He's trying to teach me, what does He want for me to learn? To realize? To believe? For now his dad and I are doing our best. We've been focusing on what we can do and we've learned a thing or two: a parent's love and encouragement go a long way when the world looks to be without hope and a dream seems to begin to die, no matter what others do contrary to their words OUR character counts, hard work really doesn't always pay but it's always right, indeed life is NOT fair-just like our parents told us, and God is for us-always. We can and need to depend on Him.

As Good Friday and Easter Sunday came and went, I realized for the first time ever how the Lord may have felt to watch Jesus, His Son, suffer in ways we'll never understand. It hurts. It hurts to watch our children suffer. Sometimes there's nothing more we can do beyond letting our kids know we are for them and pull along side to encourage them even if we think they don't hear it. Then, all that's left is to turn our heads and cry when their heartache reaches the depths of our own. 

Jesus was on trial, was beaten beyond human recognition, hung and died on a cross: Did His Father have to look away and cry because His heart hurt more than He could stand? 

I think so.


Job 35:9 Men cry out under a load of oppression; they plead for relief from the arm of the powerful.