Darkest Day
The secretary at my lawyer’s office gave me a call to let me know the papers were ready and asked if I could drop by Friday to sign them. A lump immediately formed in my throat and I felt like I couldn’t swallow. After months being drug through a horrific legal mess, my divorce papers just needed to be signed and my marriage would be over.
I pulled into the parking lot on that Friday and left my daughters in the car with their iPads. I locked the car door and let them know I would be back in just a minute—I just needed to sign some papers. I climbed the steps into the office and the chipper secretary welcomed me and asked me to have a seat. She then brought me a bottle of water, a pen and a stack of papers—all marked where I needed to sign. She then excused herself and got back to work.
The tears started falling and my heart was in absolute anguish as I saw our names at the top of the papers with a giant VS. between our names. How did we get here? My heart was kicking and screaming within me—this is not what I want! My thoughts turned to prayers—God, I hate divorce and I know you do too. I don’t want to sign my name to this. As I worked through the paperwork, tears streaming down my face, I wrote the date and all of a sudden realised that it was Good Friday.
The darkest day in the history of the world—the Son of Man, slain for the sins of the world. His body broken and bruised, poured out as an offering. I lifted my heart up to Jesus in that waiting room and felt His presence so strongly in that room.
He had died for this very moment.
My darkest moment — an unwanted divorce after being abandoned by my unfaithful husband was signed for on the darkest day in the history of the world. Jesus comforted me in that space and reminded me that He understood my pain—the worst betrayal, the worst suffering, the worst abandonment—He bore it all so that I would not have to face that moment alone.
Does He even understand? Yes—more than we could ever dare to imagine. He drank the cup in its fullness. Our Man of Sorrows understands our very worst pain. He endured it all, in our place, on the cross. Hallelujah, what a Savior.
