He also knew I would handle some of it gracefully, but most of it badly. He knew I would rehash it over and over in my mind, dwelling on the ugliness of it instead of moving on. He knew my heart would want to forgive but my mind wouldn't be ready.
Pain is hard, whether we are on the receiving end or the giving end of it. I know because I have experienced both. We all have. Guilty.
Most importantly though, my Savior knew I would be caught off guard this week. Unprepared for the pain and disillusionment. So ahead of time He made plans to be here, to rescue me. He penciled me in - with blood. He knew I would need to be carried.
He carried a cross then so He could carry me now.
