This past week, we lost our dog that had been with us for ten years. Watching my children hurt is such a hard thing. I watched each of my children grieve in their own unique ways. It was hard to see them hurt and not be able to take away their pain. I observed my big 6’2” son wipe the tears from his eyes while my 21-year-old son buried himself in music. My 15-year-old retreated to her room to watch shows and tune life out for a bit. But when sleep was evading my 12-year-old, she came downstairs and I pulled her onto my lap. She is taller than me now but it didn’t matter. She wrapped her hands around my neck and cried herself to sleep. I felt helpless but could slowly see her body relax as she knew I was holding her and I wasn’t letting her go. I could not make her pain go away, but I could hold her through it.
It made me think of how God views us in the midst of our pain. I can think of many times when I would like to crawl onto His lap and rest in His everlasting arms. But too often, I find a different coping mechanism rather than running to the One who can hold me.
One of my favorite verses is Isaiah 63:9, “In all their distress he too was distressed, and the angel of his presence saved them. In his love and mercy, he redeemed them; he lifted them up and carried them all the days of old.”
He hurts with us. He carries us through those moments. The pain can’t always be removed, but He cares. “He loves us, oh how He loves.”
By Michelle Rocker