In my kitchen, laughter permeates the air. I look around with joy as siblings are reunited. Our eldest is home for Easter and once again, our family is complete.
When my firstborn grabs his brother in a bear hug and slaps him on the back, my mind wraps around what’s been required of Abraham.
I couldn’t do it.
Lord, would you really ask for my child? The pain is too great, the asking too much. Out of the abundance of my heart, I beg you, Lord, anything else.
Silence. Deathly silence.
Over at (in)courage today, I’m sharing about the the ultimate paradox of this day named “Good Friday.”
Join me there as I remember…
