The truth is that we don’t think about Marisa all the time.

The days are too busy for that.  Zion needs to learn and read, Jacoba needs to show me her endless amounts of headstands, Zekijah needs to carve her space in the family and I need to focus on them while they do these things.

But when I think about Marisa after a time of not thinking about her, I’m reinjured all over again.  And it is not because of the actual wound but also that I keep thinking about being wounded and that I don’t know what to do with this wound.

Wounds.  The world has wounds.  I have wounds.  So do you.  We all do.

So did Jesus.  And by His wounds, we are healed.

Heal us.