My husband reminded me today that I hadn't updated my blog since Chrisapalooza (and it should be noted that my niece wishes to no longer read about Chrisapalooza...done...until next year ;-) ), but there is a reason. Last week I came face to face with a source of great pain for me and I just want to throw this out there...time does NOT heal all wounds. It does, however, dull the pain. A little.
And funny enough church service on Sunday seemed to speak directly to my heart. We had a Pastor from our sister church speak about Jesus and what He went through before He gave his life for our salvation. Loneliness (Matthew 26:56). Check. Betrayal (Matthew 26:69-75). Check. Ridicule (Matthew 27:39-44). Check. Scapegoat (Isaiah 53:5). Check. One would think I would come out of church SO depressed. But no. I'm holding onto words of Joni Eareckson Tada:
You don't have to be alone in your hurt! Comfort is yours. Joy is an option. And it's all been made possible by your Savior. He went without comfort so you might have it. He postponed joy so you might share in it. He willingly chose isolation so you might never be alone in your hurt and sorrow.
It's been a difficult journey to joy. But a rewarding one.
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