A Whisper: Your Pain is Not Sovereign
Art by Lydia Hampton The most valuable, sewn in through pain anchor of a whisper from my Lord this past year is this: Your pain is not sovereign. I am. It has been whispered into the unspoken broken, over my broken body, and surrounding my aching, shattered heart. God Himself measures the calamity that reaches my little world. Don’t ever be fooled. He’ll give you far more than you can handle. Many conclude within the wreckage of anguish that this must mean He cannot be both sovereign and good. In our utter groaning we feebly look for some way to calculate the incalculable. We try to make sense of what seems completely insensible. I couldn’t even attempt to guess the number of times I’ve replayed the treacherous, my brain trying to reconfigure what could have been or what I could have done differently to change the death of my son. In the mystery of it all, I’ve had nowhere else to turn with even a glimpse of rest but Christ. I cannot ultimately believe