Seth Nicholson is sleeping so peacefully. I just peaked in at him and he looks comfortable, still, and totally relaxed. It is not always like that... some nights he tosses and turns and wakes up tired and uncomfortable. He often dreams of walking, running, jumping. The other morning he commented that sometimes he wakes up and thinks this has all been a dream... and that he can just get right up. Then he just wishes that it had all been a dream. But alas, it is not a dream.... it is the cold hard reality that Seth will get up this morning and still need his wheelchair, and still have to struggle with his shoes, and still have as todays goal: walk far enough with assistance to prove that I need to stay in the hospital longer... weird huh? As a mother, this is a hard reality to swallow for your sweet son. But my reality is not nearly as bitter as the reality that Mary faced on this Good Friday morning. Mamas- can you even imagine knowing that today your sweet baby would CHOOSE to lay down his life in a most excruciating manner for folks you dont know and some you dont even like very much? Can you imagine the horror of witnessing as he was beaten and bruised and crucified? How do you watch? How can you not? I have often thought while attending births that the hardest seat in the room is that of the mother of the mother. She KNOWS what her baby is going through and cannot take away the pain. The spouse loves the mom- absolutely! But there is no love like that of a parent- it is truly limitless. There are things that a spouse could do to destroy the love of the other spouse... but there is NOTHING a child could do to destroy the love from the parent. And the laboring mothers mother has experienced the throes of labor.... Once you are a mother, your primary goal in life is to love your child well and to try to ease or eliminate any suffering coming their way. But the mothers mother knows that she is powerless. Like Mary. We cannot eliminate or even take away all the pain of our children. But I am so thankful for one mama who stood by and watched one son take the painful lot and death that I deserve. I claim his wounds today for Seth.... for by His wounds we are healed! (Isaiah 53:5) 5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 10:48:32 +0000
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