I loved Lisa-Jo’s intro this week:
Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.
We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. So we take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to finger paint. For joy in the process. No matter how messy the result.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on:
Deep breath…because here I go!
I know it well. When you have to quit sports at the age of 16 because you hurt all the time, you learn fast. Juvenile arthritis is not something you want the doctor to say as a probable cause.
But physical aches do not compare to the matters of the heart. The sense of longing felt only in your soul. There’s a reason heartache is the only ache allowed as one word.
It hurts the most.
And I think of Jesus on that rough-sawn lumber. With slivers, thorns, and metal piercing — causing pulsing pain. Feeling every muscle in His broken body.
He knew pain. And He ached, too.
Then the only One who had never let Him down in His entire life, His Father, looked away. Left Him alone on that cross to suffer. Oh, the forsaking ache He must have felt.
I’ve often wondered why God had to do that. Why He had to look away.
But nothing compares to the longing felt only in your soul. Heartache can be unbearable. And sin causes just that.
If He hadn’t looked away, there’s no telling what would have happened to redemption. I can imagine He wanted nothing more than to take His pain away. To hold Jesus in His arms and whisper healing to His hurt. Tell Him He didn’t deserve to pay for crimes He never committed.
But God loves more than His only sinless Son.
For reasons I cannot fathom,
He aches for me, too.
Thanks for sharing your time with me.