Today.
A woman of suffering, persecution, rejection, despair, and grief.
I don’t know this kind of suffering, but human to human i’m hurting with her.
A woman who naturally broke her body for 10 children.
only 2 children have survived.
Mourning the loss of her 8 babies.
gave birth to quadruplets, 1 survived, this now 10 year old boy can’t eat, sleep, walk, or speak.
Rejected and persecuted in the village for being the mother of a disabled child. Tears resting on the wrinkles around her weary eyes.
Her loving posture as she held her son that couldn’t sit on his own, patiently holding and caring. That was something godly.
During the earthquake 7 years ago this woman almost died after the cement walls caved on her pregnant body. a miracle. the boy is healthy, after the doctors said he’d be paralyzed.
Jobless. Her husband can’t find work, as the landowners are threatening to kick her out since they can’t pay rent.
Spilling glimpses of her story and everything that comes out of her mouth points to reverence for the Lord. Authentic faithfulness.
The holy spirit in that cement home, I felt it in my bones. Crying in the presence of this woman, imaging all the nights she wept, wondering God Why Me. just mourning and grieving alongside her- i don’t know pain like this i don’t know her story, but in this moment God gave me a tangible sliver of his heart for this woman. Thinking and imagining a table in heaven for her whole family, a restored table, that reunion is something I want to see. Praise her hands and feet- getting to share that with her was something i’ll hold onto forever.
The odds seem against this woman.
Yet, she carries a posture of God, in your time, in your will,
Amen and Hallelujah.
