Stroke by stroke,
The chisel and hammer knock off more shards of the gem.
Soon, a shape begins to emerge.
Not all at once, mind you.
But in baby steps:
One loss at a time…
One month at a time…
One more doctor visit at a time.
“No, no! This sculpture looks all wrong.
She should have a pregnant belly…
She will be prettier and perfect that way.
This carving is just confusing and full of pain.”
I jump to the conclusion
That the end result of this chiseling
Will be a sculpture that speaks
Of sickness and sadness.
And then I hear my God whisper “No”
He sees that the finished carving of this gem
Will be a woman who reflects
The Most Beautiful Person in all creation-
The Man of Sorrows, familiar with suffering.
He let go of more than I can fathom
To step down to be made in human likeness.
I want to be more like Him.
The next step I take,
The next doctor’s office I walk into,
The next strike of the chisel,
I’ll remember the ultimate goal of this carving.
“Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.” 2 Corinthians 4:16-18