Wounded

OK. Several posts back I talked about some books I purchased with my Christmas cashola. One of the books I bought on that lovely afternoon was Wounded by her Royal Awesomeness,Claudia Mair Burney. (I love her, just so you know.)I knew Wounded would be good because, well, Ms. Burney wrote it. I've loved, loved, LOVED everything else she has written, so I was expecting a groovy read. What I was not expecting, however, was to be moved to tears throughout the book. I confess, I cry pretty easily watching sappy movies, no matter how many times I've seen them. I may get misty reading a touching story, particularly stories that involve children. But that's not the kind of crying we had here at Roberts Ranch y'all. I bawled like a baby! Rubbing my eyes, sobbing, snotting all over myself, crying. Why? This book is about suffering.

"Oh, really? A book titled Wounded is about suffering?Hmmmm..who'd have thought?"

Yea,yea, I know. I knew it was about that kind of suffering, the wounds of Christ suffering. I didn't know it was about suffering that I would relate to as I did. Regular suffering. Common everyday suffering that everyday people experience. Rejection. Abandonment. Sickness. Pain. Despair. Fear. Depression. We've all been there, haven't we? To some degree. Some more than others. That's the kind of suffering we see in Wounded. But we also see hope. And faith. And Love. Notice the capital "L" folks. Love from the Father. Love from the Son. Love overflowing. And there is redemption. There is justice. And there most certainly is Passion.

Don't miss this one y'all.