His Son not sparing

 

I’ve been more anxious for his welfare than I thought I’d be. Despite my general even keel, I found myself wondering, worrying about, and praying for Isaac’s happiness multiple times each day as we waited for the report of his first week in Ghana. When it came it was literally like Christmas. Deana ran excitedly upstairs and read his message to us (She’s generally not known to move so quickly in the mornings:)) Joy and extreme gratitude filled our home and hearts. He’s doing so well! Our prayers had been answered!

On the drive to work I chose to give thanks. After a heartfelt prayer I sang aloud a favorite hymn: “How great Thou art.” The third verse caught me by surprise. I’d sung it many times before, but this time as I sang: “And when I think that God, His Son not sparing, I scarce can take it in,” I suddenly couldn’t. The truth that my son was doing so well and had been blessed so greatly this first time so far away from home was precisely because His Son wasn’t or didn’t - hit me like a ton of bricks. With His unlimited power, He didn’t spare His own Beloved Son out of love for mine. 

And though I couldn’t audibly for a few seconds, my soul sang.