They know the searing loss of a child.
They have walked the broken road.
There is no way to make it easier.
And there is no way to spread out this pain.
It comes as it wishes.
It spills over into all things.
Yet in talking, there is healing, there is remembering. There is the sense that these feelings are understood.
God longs for us to be in relationship with him.
He understands and longs to heal us.
I am broken.
My heart hurts.
I find rest in the arms of the LORD.
And He is in the details.
He knew we needed this visit today.
He knew we would need the physical presence of new friends.
I can feel the change of the seasons.
Once upon a time ago fall was the season of much joy for me.
I long to feel joy again.
I can’t seem to see around that corner quite yet.
The ache too deep; the pain too raw.
The missing always present.
God you are my hiding place. . .
And I will trust in you.
I am weak.
He is making me strong, only by his grace.