Wood has many properties; feeling pain is not one of them. The campfire lit a cross of wood made with sticks and twine. As a teen, I tacked slips of paper with a list of my sins on a wooden cross. Lately, I more fully appreciate what and Who that action represented.
Every good thing that comes into my life—including the toughest of circumstances—is given me. I am most grateful for. I have Someone I can be grateful TO.
God will either sustain us here or take us to Himself. On a global level, we can’t lose. Our King demonstrates that “behind a frowning Providence He hides a smiling face.”
Time can gentle the heart’s memories till there are no hard edges or rough smudges.
Or it can chisel certain events to such razor points that the heart is afraid to get too close for fear of the cut.