Thursday, February 28, 2008


To be Peter when the noise of the crowing cock ceased.

The pain, the loneliness, the confusion.

To move from such certainty to undeniable betrayal in one evening is a horrifying descent.

Where do I go? Who do I turn to? What is real? The suffering must have felt unbearable.

But God, He sees it differently. God knows all the gifts He is about to shower on Peter. The gift of love. The gift of unceasing forgiveness. The gift of humility. The gifts of a calling, message and purpose. The joy of restored relationship.

No, all was not lost at the sound of the crowing cock. All was about to be gained.

1 comment:

Robyn Rochelle E. said...

I find this post beautiful.