that still small voice

my heart hurts. it's that ache that you can't even put words to... you can't justify any reason for the pain.. you just hurt.

I've been reading the book 'Sex God' by Rob Bell. There's a part in this book that I was reading yesterday that talks about the cross.

"It speaks to us of God's suffering, God's pain, God's broken heart. The cross is God's way of saying, "I know what it's like." The execution stake is the creator of the universe saying, "I know how you feel." Our tendency in the midst of suffering is to turn on God. To get angry and bitter and shake our fist at the sky and say, "God, you don't know what it's like! You don't understand! You have no idea what I'm going through. You don't have a clue how much this hurts." The cros is God's way of taking away all of our accusations, excuses, and arguments. The cross is God taking on flesh and blood and saying, "Me too.""

Today I may or may not have a reason to feel the way I do. More importantly, I caused somebody else pain and for that I'm beating myself up inside. I'm human. I trust the wrong people and I say the wrong things. For that I'm sorry.. deeply sorry.

Sometimes when it rains... I like to think that God is crying with me. He knows our pain. He's experienced heartbreak and being wrongly accused and his good intentions taken the wrong way. He's been there. He has the wounds. So today, while my heart is hurting for whatever reason may or may not be there, I'll listen for that still small voice... "Me too."

Friends, I love you. And to my one friend in particular... I'm sorry.

Bless,