"Slowly the clouds lift.
What I saw then was tears, a weeping God, suffering over my suffering. I had not realized that if God loves this world, God suffers; I had thoughtlessly supposed that God loves without suffering. I knew that divine love was the key.
But I had not realized that the love that is the key is suffering love."
Slowly the clouds lift. Sometimes they take a whole life to do that. Sometimes they take years of breathing and hurting and wondering. And we can't ever quite convince ourselves of what we will really see when they are gone.
There is no way to love well in this life without sometime hurting for it. The more of yourself that you twine into life, the deeper your heart will ache. That is what brokenness in this waiting creation looks like.
God loves us with the most scandalous and appalling sort of love imaginable. This is what it means for Him to pour out every drop of His wrath on the one Place in all of creation where it was not deserved. Divine love is a suffering love. And suffering love is, paradoxically, the key to all hope. Hope is born when we know that God lived with us, died for us, weeps with us. Hope is born when we suddenly realize that loving and living well, and suffering for that, will be infinitely worth it.