Just wanted to let you know that the little 18-month old that was hospitalized a couple weeks ago for heart issues is miraculously being released to go home. Her family will be able to celebrate Easter together, something they never thought would happen. She is not out of the woods, her heart function has not improved. It has also not deteriorated. But we praise God for the blessings and the miracle of even the ability for them to take their sweet girl home. Praise Him with me on this Good Friday.
On another note entirely, I've been thinking about Good Friday. Good for us. Good ultimately for God in the work of His plan. But I wonder if this day doesn't hit a very tender, sorrowful spot for God and for Jesus. (Let's just separate the two for a moment.) I wonder if They take just a few Nano-seconds to remember it all, exactly the way it happened. And I wonder if They allow Themselves to experience the pain and the loss and the sorrow that was felt just between Them. I wonder if They don't care much for the name, "Good Friday". Painful Friday. Passionate Friday. Friday of Fulfillment. Love Friday. I wonder if the only way They balance the pain is to remember each one of us. Each one that has said "yes" to the gift, to the effort, to the process. I wonder if They take especially great joy when one of us says "yes" on Good Friday; if this is the most precious day for another to come into the fold. Of course, TODAY is not THE day. Only They know when that day is. So maybe They don't mind so much the name, or the way we celebrate because only They know when the real day happened. And have kept it that way on purpose to keep it sacred. Random thoughts, I know. What do you think?
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