GOD'S CHOICE

My husband, Ray, and John are pain partners. Both endure it and have for years. John's is big time accelerating. I feel helpless. I know John's wife must, too. 

"I" have gotten mad. Mad at pain. Mad at Ray. Mad at God. 

This morning, in prayer for John and his wife, I naturally turn to Good Friday and Easter. I remind myself that God had to watch His son writhe in pain.

"But God," I began to say, "You could do something. You had a choice."

I stopped myself. He did have a choice. It was Jesus or me. 

God endured the awful pain of His Son--for me.

Because He Lives, I Shall Live Also,

Lonnie