My girls have hurt more in the past month than I have ever seen them hurt in their whole lives. Yes, they may be young, but their hearts are big, their love is big, and their relationship with their RooRoo is big. So their pain is big.
They burst into tears with no warning. They weep on our shoulders. They scream out in the middle of the night. They sob and plead with God in their prayers.
Its simple for them, they are face to face with loss. They are staring at the simple ugliness of it, its devastation, and its piercing hurt. They are watching adults deal with things they don’t understand. They are watching their precious RooRoo fight for her life.
But they are shining in midst of this darkness. I have seen them rise up from their pain. They think of a new idea each day to bless their RooRoo. Some days its coloring a picture with her, or for her. Some days its brushing her hair and putting silly clips and pigtails in it. Selfies and laughter replace worries and tears. They rub lotion on her feet, they massage her arms and legs. They fold and put away laundry. They hand knit bracelets and necklaces. They are serving and giving in the middle of their anguish and its helping to heal the pain. They are finding beauty in the pain of life right now. It is a beautiful time. They hug each other and comfort one another. They put their hands on our backs to show love and encouragement. They lay hands on us and pray for joy. They kiss, they hug, they laugh, they serve. They are beautiful. The love they show is the beauty within the pain.
In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that the proven genuinenessof your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.
1 Peter 1:6-7