The truth is.... I ache.
....especially on this Good Friday.
I have a constant conversation/prayer going on with God. Constant.
It's about a lot of things... but for 27 years with an emphasis on the last 3 - it has been about my firstborn son.
I pray. I cry. I ache... and I ache some more.
I want it to be finished.
I got a text from my sister this morning.
It said, "He took on his own shoulders the sin of the many, he took up the cause of all the black sheep. (Isaiah 53:12 - The Message)
Praying for your little lamb, Andy."
I burst into a river of tears and said, "my son, oh God, my son...."
And then it hit me....
God knows my ache even more than I do...
His Son was lost too. "He took on his own shoulders the sin of the many..."
