He knew He would come to suffer.
He came to be born anyway into this suffering dark world.
Cries of ache and broken hearts, all lost and tossed in darkness, have called across the centuries awaiting the savior. The suffering King… the One promised to come to save us.
The gift He came to bring us, that when we speak simple words –Papa….Abba….Help! He would scoops us up in arms of love. See Him there, the One who is called the suffering King. He who cries with us. He who walks with us and talks with us even when we are deaf and dumb. He who comes close to us even though we can’t see Him when we are blinded by our ache and pain.
He never leaves us or forsakes us. By faith, we know this – we feel His heart tearing with us and when this flood of tears are done, He brings His favor and writes goodness among the pain of our pages for us to read and reread for generations.
Romans 8:28 And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.
All is grace,