Sitting here with our son who just fell asleep after a few rounds of vomiting. Our little ones are resting… There is a moment of calm in the storm.
There is something about holding your son as he begs, “Make it stop. I can’t take this. Make it stop…”
“I can’t make it stop baby. All I can do is hold you while you hurt.”
Catching puke in buckets.
Picking up a crying baby whose backside and thighs are oozing with diarrhea… Too much for a diaper to hold.
Giving them fluids.
Covering them with covers.
Cleaning toilets with bleach.
Knowing full well… You are too close to this. Too close.
But those who love get close.
And isn’t that what Easter is all about?
A God who got close, reached out, touched, held, healed by essentially catching what we are so heavily infested with – sin.
And I was watching this little boy heave into a bucket, knowing full well that some things simply have to be heaved.
That healing can’t come until we heave out what is causing the pain.
“It needs to come out baby. Don’t try to hold it in… Let it go.”
What are you holding onto today? What is causing your pain?
Perhaps it is heaving time.
Perhaps it is healing time.
And I am convinced today that Jesus cries for our pain.
I am convinced that this “job” of His was not his job but his joy.
Convinced that our faces are more precious to him than the most beautiful, heavenly places.
He is with us.
Saying, “Don’t hold it in…”
Go ahead. Heave child of God. Heave into the hands of Jesus and be healed.