Acceptance?

“What finally helped you accept your injury?”

I took a deep breath. I’ve answered that question lots of times, but I never want to offer what sounds like a simplistic platitude.

“It’s a lifelong process,” I began, “but I can point to where it started.

“A good friend came to visit me a few months after I was released from the hospital. I was not doing well – mentally. She was the kind of person with whom I could be honest, and I told her I was sick and tired of everybody telling me it was all going to be okay.

“And she said the simplest, most powerful thing.”

“Rich, you know this was not part of Jesus’ plan for you, right?” I just stared at her.

“When you fell, Jesus stood beside you and cried. Seeing you struggling and hurting like that broke His heart.

“But he also made a promise to you that day. He promised you would never be alone, that He would always be with you. He promised that He would bring good from the terrible tragedy of your injury.”

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One conversation doesn’t magically change things. In many ways I still struggle to accept the reality of my injury. But the image my friend Carol shared with me that day, of Jesus standing beside me with tears in his eyes, has provided more comfort than I can possibly explain.

I share this story whenever I can, because I believe it reveals Jesus’ essential character. I absolutely believe Jesus weeps with the kids at the Home of HOPE when they are lonely and scared. I hope my experience helps people understand that Jesus cares for our kids in ways we can’t see.

We’re just invited to be a small part of a much bigger journey. And if you are struggling right now, I hope this story brings you peace and comfort.