Yesterday was a hard day.
I shouldn't be surprised. After writing a blog about expectations, the Lord was preparing me to expect her to be a baby.
I have no clue what was/is wrong or really if anything is really wrong.
That pretty much is a constant when it comes to parenting (tell me I'm not alone on this one).
At this age especially, you can only guess. Maybe it's teething... maybe it's a cold... maybe it's over-stimulation.. maybe under-stimulation... maybe she needs more time with me... maybe she needs more independent time... maybe she's got gas... maybe she's hungry... maybe I need to be more flexible with her schedule... maybe I need to be stricter with her schedule... or maybe she's just being a baby and there's nothing wrong.
This morning when I was praying about my baby girl, I wrote: "I hate seeing her go through this pain..." and it hit me. I couldn't even go forward, I just stopped.
So did He.
He had to have hated it so much.
Not just seeing Jesus suffer on the Cross (which is the only pain I often consider).
But the pain of being mocked. The pain of being rejected. The pain of being laughed at for so many years.
Because Jesus was fully man He had to have experienced pain from day one. He would've had gas as a baby. He would've fallen countless times as He learned to walk. He would've gotten picked last when playing with friends. He would've been laughed at as His voice cracked. He had to have experienced pain all throughout His life.
Fully man. Yet fully God.
He didn't have to go through that. Yet He chose to.
Such a simple truth.
Or, for many of you that read this blog, such a crazy tale. I must be a fool to believe this.
I have to tell you I didn't used to. I used to think that it was all a nice story that Christians believed to make themselves feel better. But after calling out to a God I believed had to exist (but wasn't sure by what name to call him), He began to show me the truth.
For those that believe it's all true, I so hope you are encouraged today that
He is a God that relates with our suffering.