Wounds that Give Me Hope
A friend shares how she loves to watch her daughter play at the playground. Sweet, beautiful girl. She runs off to play with the other children. Her mother feels joy, yet sees her daughter growing up, towards her own independence, even at this playground age.
Beautiful daughter looks for comfort and she presses into her mother. Nestling her head snugly, tightly, into her chest and neck. Her mother’s arms fold around her. Holding tightly. Comforting.
I see Christ.
I run to Him–press in to Him–for comfort and courage in the healing. He says, “Look at my hands and my feet.” Scarred, yet resurrected.
His wounds give me comfort. I am not alone. He went the distance on the cross to bring me life. If I will just press into Him, He makes all things new.
His arms, with wounded hands, fold around me. Holding tightly. Comforting. I press into Him.