If You Must Err
This post comes from a place of brokenness, a hurt that is lacking answers and desiring healing.
Today is a day of recognizing it’s too late. It’s too late to say, “I love you” one more time. It’s too late for a warm embrace. It’s too late to see a young father’s bright eyes and wide smile as a result of the joy he experienced when he held his son high in his arms.
It’s too late for restoration that comes after letting go of offenses. It’s too late for, “I’m sorry.”
This is hard stuff.
Two who only knew the call to love are left with sorrow and an immense void. They weren’t perfect, they said, but they loved their son. If they erred, they erred on the side of love. And I know their healing will come. The Lord God is their strength, and He is mighty to save them from this pit of despair.
And there are others who also must clear a way through the rubble. What remains is not lovely. There were no final words of love and acceptance. The opportunity to err on the side of love came and went. Every opportunity has a life span, and this one ceases to be.
Connected by a Savior’s bloodline to these broken vessels, I can only pray and believe for a tomorrow full of hope, full of love, and full of unity. When I look carefully, I already see glimpses of promise.
May I arrive at the other side of this with a stronger resolve to insatiably drink in the Father’s undying love and readily release it.
Let no debt remain outstanding, except the continuing debt to love one another, for he who loves his fellowman has fulfilled the law (Romans 13:8).