Oh. You. Darling. Thangs. You know how to encourage this Mama. Thank you for lovin’ on me through your comments to my last post. They made me cry in all the right ways. I shared them with my husband and we are both so grateful for you!
Encouragement like yours is one kind of antidote to every illness. Like a tide rushing in, it immediately soothes. I hopscotch around Isaiah for more encouragement and land on this passage:
“I will give you the treasures of darkness, riches stored in secret places.”
Scary movies aren’t my friends and I sleep with a light on. I don’t go looking for the dark, but dark times come looking for us all. The verse doesn’t say God sees the darkness from a distance. And He doesn’t just sit in the darkness with us, patting our hands whispering, “There, there.” If He’s giving us treasures from the dark and secret places, He is in them, shaping the coals into diamonds.
Our usual December plans have flipped on their heads as we move full throttle into scheduling our daughter’s surgery and making plans for her brothers. As a young’un myself, I had a couple surgeries under my belt by age 8 and a couple more by age 12. I would have this surgery for my girl a thousand times over if I could. My own occurred 25 years ago and longer, but I now discover a new secret treasure from that time: I can use my been-there-done-that experiences to comfort my daughter, to share in her suffering.
That treasure makes me cry all over again. In this month of Jesus’ birth, I won’t stop watching to see what other tidings of comfort and joy He brings. God is good all the time.
Have you had a time – maybe years or decades down the road – when you unearthed a treasure from an earlier trial?