I continue to meditate on the passage from Genesis 22.
I love our children so much, I can not even read this passage without my heart in my throat and tears burning my eyes. I put myself in Abraham’s place, Sarah’s place and even Isaac’s place and the images set my pulse racing.
And then I think of another place where a Son, an only Son, was sacrificed. This time, the angels were kept back. This time, they were not allowed to interfere. This time, it was carried through until it was finished.
And I think of how much I love our children. And then I drop to my knees to think how small my love is compared to the love of their Father. The love of our Father. And I am undone.