In my travels, I hear terrible stories of abuse. Stories of heartbreak and pain. Stories that make you wonder, just how did those people survive. And indeed, many of them are survivors; though, at times, they feel like they are just hanging onto sanity with the skin of their teeth.
Today a friend whose story of abuse is a heartbreaking one, asked me “Where is the justice?” What do you tell someone who has gone through a hard time. Platitudes don’t work. So I shared with my friend, about something I have discovered in my own journey of healing.
Sadly though; there is little justice available for us, when years later, we find a voice to share our story. My solace is that one day – we all will face God and give him an account of our lives.
On that day, perfect healing will take place, God will wipe away every tear from those who trust in him. And we can trust his grace, in that he has seen, heard, and cried over every injustice of his creation.