The pain woke me up very early in the morning, so I went for a slow walk with my thumping head. At the bottom of the hill, I sat down on the beach and cried.
I said to God, "speak, for Your servant is listening."
Silence
I looked down in the sand where there were pieces of driftwood that had washed ashore during the recent rains. Under the piece at my feet, was a little 2 by 3 inch weathered cross made of felt.
I picked it up and thought about what it meant to me.
It means to me that Jesus understands it all.
He suffered and died on the cross. Jesus is my example, and His story ends in victory. It is my desire to follow Him, whatever picking up my cross and following Him looks like - each day of my life.
With the pain in my head unchanged, I stood up comforted, refreshed, and full of hope and joy. It seems to me that it is in the area of free will (my mind and my heart) that the deepest miracles take place.
Thank you, Jesus.
