Sit by me, hold my hand, and tell me it's going to be Okay...
2:39am ‘Lord Jesus, sit by me, hold my hand, and tell me it’s going to be okay.’
She clears a section of her bed, invites Him to take a seat, and repeats the words:
‘Lord Jesus, sit by me, hold my hand, and tell me it’s going to be okay’.
Mummy always says whenever something bothers you, take a chair, place it across from you, and invite the Lord to take a seat. Have a conversation with Him, and talk as though to your friend. Then wait for Him to respond. Listen to your heart, for He speaks in the still small voice. He will direct you, He will never forsake you, He will always answer you.
So she did. She cleared her bed, and offered Him a seat. Then she began to cry. At first it was a gentle sob. But the sob soon became a desperate, painful wail.
‘Lord Jesus, sit by me, hold my hand and tell me it’s going to be okay’
This was meant to be a normal bathroom break, two minutes, and she would be fast asleep again. But she was wide awake, begging sleep to pay a visit. Perhaps she could sleep the knot in her chest away. But her eyes remained wide open, so she began to count her happy memories. 'Maybe I’d fall asleep, if I think happy thoughts.' But the sorrow inside her heart overpowered her and erupted. So she let go and wept. Her tears came down in torrents, stinging her face. Her voice was becoming more and more hoarse, and soon, she feared others might hear.
She wept for the magnitude of the sacrifice she was making. For her picture perfect future, her dreams and hopes that may never materialize. She wept and wept, too weak to do anything.
‘Lord Jesus, sit by me, hold my hand, and tell me it’s going to be okay’
She will repeat these exact words at least a hundred times, each time, expecting a different response. Soon, she begins to pray with increased intensity. Yet, she cries and cries. She cries as she has not cried in months, clutching her chest and her stomach.
Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord is with you, blessed are you among women and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death, Amen.
She would say the Hail Mary loudly to the doubts that threaten to deafen her.
Lord, I don’t want my pain to be wasted. I don’t want these tears to go in vain. You have promised me that the latter days will be greater than the former. You blessed Abraham again, after he almost sacrificed Isaac. I have given my Isaac to you, but why does it hurt so bad?
‘My child, he responds. Do you have an idea how much that must have hurt for Abraham? I want you to always remember that those who trust in me shall be like Mount Zion, which shall not be shaken, but endures forever. Trust in me. Let me hold your hand, and take your pain away. I have not asked you to cast your burden upon me in vain, I have not asked you to seek me in vain, when you seek me, you shall find me. It was not easy when I sent my son all the way to Calvary, but I walked with Him. Remember how my word says that I have given Him a name that is higher than all others? That at the mention of his name every knee must bow, and every tongue shall confess. I see your heart child. I know that you’re giving your Isaac to me as a sacrifice. I know that you are dedicating yourself to me without reserve. You have given me the most important gift I have blessed you with over the past three and a half years, and you can rest in me now. You have an inheritance waiting for you- too big for you to imagine. I am not a man that I should lie, neither am I the son of man that I should repent on my word. As you have honored me, so shall I honor you. And your latter days shall be greater than your former. Find your comfort and solace in me child. Trust in me now.
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