Many of you are aware of my recent bout with kidney stones. The stones emerged last week, the day before Easter, when I prayed that Christ would allow me to identify with Him in the suffering of his passion. Eleven days later, on Monday night, I again went to bed in pain. The week has been a blur; every day with intermittent fever and the enduring the grip of sometimes nagging, sometimes crippling pain. Every night, shuffling off to bed, half asleep – half awake, while little knives stabbed into my lower back. Every morning waking up at 4 am, an invisible zombie eating into my kidney. Monday night was no exception. Before going to bed, I thought to myself, “What would it be like to live with this pain the rest of my life – to know that every day would be a battle against physical misery? There must be so many in the world who do.”
Whoever loves discipline loves knowledge, but he who hates correction is stupid. Proverbs 12:1
He who listens to a life-giving rebuke will be at home among the wise. Proverbs 15:31
Heavenly Father, first of all, I’m so grateful to be able to call you Father… Abba, Father, as I begin this day. There’s no greater privilege, there’s no safer refuge, there’s no better address than to call your heart my home.