I was unprepared for the pain. In somewhat of a hurry to leave for work this morning, I was closing my closet door. It is a sliding "pocket" door, which means the entire thing retreats to the unknown space between two pieces of sheetrock when it is in "open" mode. It has a metal latch that form fits its companion design in the door frame. It often doesn’t connect into position properly when closing unless I give it a good, solid, forceful slide out. This morning was no different; except that I somehow failed to remove my fingers from the latch area. A scream that I didn’t know I could produce filled my home as the fingers of my right hand were caught in the way.
Throbbing pain sent me almost immediately to my next thought process–this was only a door slamming into my hand. What about Jesus? What about the nails? How could I ever understand His great suffering and how He endured it for me—and for you?
Thank You, Lord, for paying the price for my sin.