Sometimes, life breaks our hearts. All we can do is hope we are on the quick track to God redeeming every bit of it for good.
It’s easy to be brave when one refuses to look at the value of what is being lost. It’s so much harder to count the cost before going off to war. As therapists say: we must do the work. And the work is tears, and prayer, and waiting.
My. God. Hurry into our brokenness: We can barely speak from the anguish of it all. Be the Center. (Because YOU ARE).