When Pain Collides with Christmas

I saw her the other day. The past few months have held pain. Unexpected. Heart-wrenching. I can see the questions still lingering in her eyes.

It’s a part of her story now. I can’t look at her without seeing it. She can’t look in the mirror without remembering.

There’s pain that lingers. Becomes us. Forms the tapestry of our lives. Becomes a glue holding the moments together.

And the song “Good, Good Father” has been on repeat for days. Is He really only good? Are these painful moments I see burned into her being from His Hand? Are the memories that still bring tears really His best for her? For me? For us?

“You are perfect in all of your ways.” He’s singing it over and over while I type this. Perfect. All.

Will I only take good from His hand and not bad? Can I call the good perfect and not the bad? Do His actions define His character or does His character define His actions?

He redeems. He came for that purpose. For us. And it started out rough-In a stable. It ended rough-On a cross. But in all of it He was showing love. He was working in the unexpected. He was living the most painfully beautiful story ever to be written.

And He was doing it for her. The broken girl with the painful story. He was doing it for me. The Mom with more question marks scribbled in her Bible than notes.

The Redemption that we celebrate at Christmas continues each day. It trickles into our pain. It bottles every tear that we cry (Psalm 56:8). When the hands go up, so can the face. And somehow, tenderly, He is redeeming our moments.

That’s our “Good, Good Father.” Merry Christmas!!

“For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” (Isaiah 9:6)

IMG_0087 (PS-If you’re wondering, we didn’t do a Christmas card this year. No excuses!)

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2 comments

  1. I could be the “her”….. I know alot if “hers” it would seem…. The pain that seems so obvious, yet the “others” who are drowning in their own pain, or too busy to notice, or unwilling to add to the pain load they are already bearing.

    I’m thankful for a Father – God who is neither too busy, nor distracted, nor unwilling to bear the burden for the ones He loved so willingly that He sacrificed His ALL…. for us! Hallelujah and glory to God!

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