Pilomatrixoma. A new word to learn about – a mark, bump, growth, unwanted tissue. Prayers, pleas, doctors, surgery, stitches. Tears. Fears. Wounded flesh. Scars. Grace.
Jesus, my sweet Savior and Lord, also bore scars – wounded flesh. As I walked with Little Bit through this ordeal over these past few months, I imagine what Mary must have gone through watching her child. Her presence with her son as he hung on that cross. Listening as others’ words wounded Him, her flesh.
And on that cross as Jesus died, the wrath of God was satisfied….
As she lifted him in prayer, did she know just what to say to encourage him, strengthen him? I wonder if she was so quick to forgive them as He was? Did she desire to trade places with him as I do? Wanting to rewrite the story and erase the pain and suffering. Oh that God has purpose in these things – these pains – this torn flesh!
Jennifer Rothschild said, “God gives strength to those who must suffer so that they may persevere under it. And he gives mothers just enough grace to watch.” Trusting God’s love for us takes a great deal of faith in the face of life’s trials. The comfort of His Word, His promises strengthen our souls. Learning to live a new fellowship with Christ in His suffering. God’s faithfulness to His children shouts of His great love for us.
Isaiah 53:3-5 He was despised and rejected by men;
a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief;
and as one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he has borne our griefs
and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
smitten by God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his stripes we are healed.
We are healed. Hallelujah we are healed!