It was a quiet day and He came like He did every day.
He never knocked. He knew the door was open, but these days is was only cracked… So, He cautiously peered in before opening the door all the way.
She was too out of touch to see Him. But every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday and Sunday He was there.
Had anyone else walked in, they may have commented on the unassuming man sitting on the opposite end of the sofa where she sat.
But no words were exchanged. Utter silence filled the room.
She sat with her eyes glazed over. Unable to communicate her unspeakable pain. If tears came, they were a gift… for a least it was a little escape of the pain she felt inside.
Weeks passed and still He showed up. Rarely acknowledging His presence she often wondered why He was even there. Didn’t He know she couldn’t give Him anything. She didn’t have anything left.
Weeks turning into months and months turned into a year. Until finally she made herself look up. She saw flowers. And immediately she quizzically look at the man.
He nodded as if to say, “yes, I’ve brought flowers every week.”
A tear slipped out of her eye and rolled gently down her cheek.
She’d known this man longer than most of the people in her life and at several points throughout her life, He had been the center and more important than any other person in her life…
But in the turmoil and heartaches in the recent years, she’d become despondent. She had so many questions. Like why didn’t He fix the problem she asked Him to? Why didn’t He show up like she asked? Why didn’t He answer her like He had in the past? Why didn’t He hold her like He had in the past? And why on earth didn’t He protect her from all the heartache?
These questions spun mercilessly in her head like a merry-go-round. But every week, He showed up and He sat.
He sat in the room with her questions. He sat in the room with her hurt. He sat in the room with her grief. He sat in the room with her despondency. He sat in the room with her depression. He sat in the room with her anger….
Just like He sat in the room with her purpose. Just like He sat in the room with her calling. Just like He sat in the room with her laughter. Just like He sat in the room with her love. Just like He sat in the room in her good times…
He sits during the ups and the downs. He may not answer all the questions, but He’s not leaving… And until she’s ready to speak… Patiently and lovingly He sits…
… And they shall call Him Immanuel…which translated means, “God with us.”
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