…with his wounds we are healed.
All that Isaiah tells about the suffering of Christ is not for the faint of heart. My very human heart finds this hard to hear this morning. To be honest, I feel like our family lives are being tried on so many fronts. We are crossing a wide valley of shadows and it is painful for all of us. There is nothing we can see ahead but gray.
I am learning not to waste my time searching for answers in the fog – like everything being well depends on my discoveries. Instead I think I’m supposed to watch for the sunrise and hold hands with these words: “with his wounds we are healed.”
All is well, and all shall be well.