9.11.12

Though the presence of suffering may never have a completely satisfying answer, a lot can be said about one who knows your suffering. The other day one of the high school girls I used to counsel asked me if I remember sharing that I used to cry in the shower a lot. Of all the things I shared, this is what she remembers? She then proceeded to tell me that she felt like she needed one of those cries in the shower herself. My heart went out to her. I remember how devastating much of high school was for me, and the steady stream of shower water swallowing my tears during each cry session.

There is a Man of Sorrow who not only identifies in our suffering, but suffered in our place so that our suffering now gives way to hope. If my slight suffering proved comforting, how much more through Him our comfort overflows! Amen.