We can’t escape being injured or injuring others, but we can allow God to bring mercy to birth in us.
September 1992, the day after Labor Day. My babies were 8 months and 2 1/2 years old. We lived more than 2000 miles from our family and T was on sea duty. And I had major surgery to remove my thyroid that had grown to historic proportions and was crushing my windpipe.
There were problems at the very beginning, things I shouldn’t have remembered due to the anesthesia but… redhead. The recovery room was a nightmare. Pain. Fear. Isolation. Wanting to sleep so I could forget all those things, but the inflatables on my legs woke me up every 10 minutes or so. Then it would start again. Pain. Fear. And so on.
And then I remembered and UNDERSTOOD.
The Holy Spirit intercedes for us with groaning too deep for words.
My pain, too deep for words. My fear, too deep for words. My isolation, too deep for words. And suddenly I just knew. And the paralyzing fear turned into comfort. I wasn’t alone. The pain was only for the moment.
“Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but that very Spirit intercedes for us with groaning too deep for words.”Romans 8:26