If you are wise - are you listening, my brother? - instead of torturing yourself over what you could not help and did not foresee, you will allow the grief in you to be a simple open wound that Christ may touch and, in good time, heal. This thing happened. It has broken you to pieces. If you can find the humility to allow it, grace will also heal you: you will be stronger in the end for this, one day. This grieving is the filth and mess that turns out to be the bed of sticky clay that, if we plunge our hands into it and bring them out full, we can craft into a grail of hope. It is so. I promise you.
i read this quote on another website, study in brown. another mother of a prodigal.
those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joys. psalm 126:5
one day she and i will sing together. the song of the redeemer. the song of the God who rescues and runs after prodigals.
i love the message version of that verse..
psalm 126:4-6 (the message)
And now, God, do it again—
bring rains to our drought-stricken lives
So those who planted their crops in despair
will shout hurrahs at the harvest,
So those who went off with heavy hearts
will come home laughing, with armloads of blessing.
i will continue to plant my crops even while in despair...
knowing that i will one day shout HURRAH at the harvest...