The opening lines from a post at the Desiring God blog:
Your daughter has cancer.”
Those words still sting lemon juice on a paper cut. Tonight as I put Jada (six years old) to bed I asked her if she knew anyone who loved the Lord but still experienced pain and sorrow. Her reply? “Me and Jesus, Daddy. Except Jesus’ sorrow was badder than mine because he took all my sin and died.”
It appears the recent reading of Job and subsequent discussion has had its impact….