This past Saturday, my husband, Joe, and I made an impromptu trip to the mall to look for new shoes for me to wear the following day on Easter Sunday. As we got out of our car and began walking toward the store, I took a nasty fall. Battered and bleeding, I went into the store, along with husband, to report my accident, and to wait for their first aid team to tend to my wounds. Needless to say, I didn’t feel like shopping for shoes when I could hardly walk, so we decided to leave the mall and head for home. I asked Joe if we could stop at Starbucks on the way, feeling sure that a stiff hot chocolate would lift my spirits.
While Joe was getting my drink, I sat alone in the car, and allowed the tears to come that I had been holding back since my fall. It was then that I sensed the Holy Spirit reminding me of a Scripture that He had shown me during my quiet time that morning. It was Hebrews 12:3 (AMP), which says: “Just think of Him Who endured from sinners such grievous opposition and bitter hostility against Himself [reckon up and consider it all in comparison with your trials], so that you may not grow weary or exhausted, losing heart and relaxing and fainting in your minds.”
Suddenly, I felt ashamed, and I recalled that just the day before, it had been Good Friday, the day when we remember how our Lord Jesus suffered, bled, and died for our sins. My wounds and pains were nothing in comparison to His, and somehow this gave me great comfort and peace in the midst of my distress. The next thing I knew, I was smiling from ear to ear. I whispered a heartfelt “thank you” to the Lord, and I knew that He would walk me through this ordeal, and that He would sustain me all the way. I also knew that, just as the Father brought great good out of His Son’s suffering, He would bring great good out of mine.