There is something freeing, although terrifying, about sliding into the passenger seat by your worst fear and then staying buckled in to witness how it all plays out. And, there is something transforming, although uncomfortable, about choosing to enter in to another’s pain – not to fix, not to preach – but to simply identify with it out of compassion.
When she opened it, she saw the child, and behold, the baby was crying. She took pity on him and said, “This is one of the Hebrews’ children.” Exodus 2:6
But the midwives feared God and did not do as the king of Egypt commanded them, but let the male children live. Exodus 1:17
Oh, we’ve seen some hard days, Lord –
We’ve waned in the desert,
lost our way in the forest,
lumbered through a whiteout churning. [Read more…]