Like a woman ready to birth...there are no words...only deep guttural utterances to express the inexpressible. This could be a birthing of sorts...something new comes forth out of a similar unrest...discomfort....urgency. No words come but she focuses on him...his face....his past goodness. Imagining she's staring at him face to face. Praying that he'll read her mind...know the utterances of pain...the words.
Even in the midst of this moment, this uncertainty, this restlessness... joy can be found...in the simple...in the Saviour...in the promise.
Even in the midst of this moment, this uncertainty, this restlessness... joy can be found...in the simple...in the Saviour...in the promise.
In the same way, the spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans ~Romans 8:26
His spirit to hers
He knows her pain
He finds the words
He intercedes
Joy in the groan...because it's heard...it's translated...it's understood. It's a promise!
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