“Don’t goooooo!” – the wails of my once pre-school daughter echo in my memory. The anguish so sincere in her small heart-felt cries. Tears streaming down her pink cheeks.
Children aren’t ashamed to reveal their deepest sorrows. My daughter would let the whole world know she was sad.
There are times I have felt that similar anguish going to the core, but, I hold those cries inside. Do you?
It’s always harder on those who are remain. Holding tightly to the cherished pieces of a relationship – good or bad. It’s the go-er who is facing a future of adventure, challenges, hopes, the unknowns. They hold their own set of pieces for the path ahead….while….those behind are on their knees praying, lonely, worried, sad….
In my early years of marriage and motherhood I enjoyed a unique friendship from someone who was back in the States with her family after being out of country for a length of time. For two years we enjoyed a deepening friendship I had never experience before. Our time was all too brief. Before we knew it – she was back on a plane returning to the work in that far away land. “Don’t gooooo!” my heart and soul wailed…..it hurt so bad to let go.
Precious memories. Bonds tightly woven.
We’ve all experienced it in some form. I really, really dislike feeling alone. I need and covet the support and encouragement from those close to me. But, life has a way of changing the course from time to time.
A close family member dies or moves away.
Friendship moves on, or away.
A child grows up and leaves the nest.
Even in the best of circumstances, that deep sense of loss rises to the surface.
Experiencing this reality brings to mind Someone else who knows this pain too well.
A centuries old story holds new meaning. A story heard many times. A story of another Man left behind.
He brought his closest friends along to be alert, to pray, to support him while he went to talk with his Father.
Just for a little while is all he asked. Yet, three times they left him alone.
Three times Jesus would confide his deepest fears to his Father. Three times in deep distress – could the task ahead be done any other way. Three times he would surrender his will to the Father. And, three times, needing them the most, he would find his closest friends – sleeping.
And then, to rub more salt into the wound….Betrayal…Every.Friend.Ran.Away.
To face his captors – alone.
To face his accusers – alone.
To face death….alone. Even his Father turned.His.back.
The cry from the cross….
“My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me?!”
“Don’t gooooo!!” we hear from the depths of his cry.
I hadn’t seen it quite this way before.
Yes, Jesus went to the Cross for us.
I had never considered his anguish from separation in quite the same way.
From his friends. From God, his Father. From me.
Yet – he still went through it all – for us – for me.
It comes back to Jesus. It comes back to reminding me in my darkest moments – he knows.
And…he didn’t leave me behind.
Read the complete account in the Gospel of Luke Chapters 22 – 24.
What images or thoughts come to your mind from this life changing event?
For another sweet perspective, go here and read what my daughter has to share.