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Yesterday I'm sitting in a meeting and we are talking about all of the things that have happened over Spring Break. One of the big topics was the tragedy at Cameo Night Club. My friend shows us a picture of one of the shooting victims. In his post he spoke about how his day had began fine and ended in a way never imaginable. The picture was gruesome. To be honest I don't even know what I was looking at besides his bloodstained tattoos. Then I heard my friend say something to the extent, "Why would you show your wounds on Facebook?" Immediately I said, "That'll preach!"
I got out a piece of paper and wrote down the title given to me from my friend, whom we both love to get on each other's nerves. Then our other friend told me I had to put a scripture to it. I jumbled over it for a minute. lol For His wounds.... By His stripes.... Then she said it.
But He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon Him and with his stripes we are healed. Isaiah 53:5 KJV
I can't even begin to imagine what this man was thinking as he lay bleeding from a gunshot wound not intended for him but in his post he gave thanks to God. It got me thinking about my life and what I post. If you know me, you know I love my sons, my church, Jesus, and to dine out when I'm out of town. You know that my favorite scripture is Romans 8:28 and that the Capital Grille is my favorite restaurant. Why can't I tell you that I'm hurting, that my heart was recently shattered and some days it's hard to deal with? Why can't I tell you that on some days I'm hurting so badly and if it wasn't for these beautiful sons of mine and my constant, and I mean constant, cries out to God I don't know what I would do.
Why can't I share my wounds? I never want anyone to think my life to be perfect and awesome on a daily basis. Truth be told some days I'm a hot mess. On those days I need my Yolanda Adams and Fred Hammond songs to worship me through. Now, I get it. There is the school of thought that there are somethings that are not to be shared on social media. I counter that with then why share anything at all?
Just this week I've read about women, who I don't even know, committing suicide. They had families that loved them and everyone had echoing posts, "If anyone needs helps or someone to talk to, just say so." Sometimes social media is that vehicle for some people to cry out for help or in the young man's case to share his experience on how good God is.
That post with over thousands of likes is going to bless someone, send someone into worship and let them know that if God protected and kept him then He will do it for me too.
Sending prayers to heaven to all of the lives directly impacted by so much tragedy in our city this week.
