I never really felt loss deeply. Not ever. I had one experience growing up that hit me hard and in that moment I surrendered my life to ultimate Love.
And then it was years. Years of feeling almost nothing. I loved but not deeply. I was sad but not heartbroken.
I sit here and wonder why.
Why am I weeping for children I will never hold, girls I will never meet, women whose names I will never know?
And then I am reminded. The world is broken, I am broken. We are broken.
That is why I weep. Somewhere between my selfish 20’s and struggling 30’s I met compassion.
My soul knows the light and sees the dark and is overwhelmed. The beauty that exists alongside the pain. Both so real.
It is here I am reminded that the light will overcome the dark. That is why I weep.
I want to shout…
“My heart cries out for you. I see your pain. It is real and I am sorry you are suffering. Let me cry with you.”
Yet, in the same breath I was to say – to beg –
“When the tears slow and your heart is soft, please let me speak light to you. Let me lend you a hand, throw you a line, lower a rope.
Let me be the voice that sees your suffering yet speaks words of life.
Let me cradle you in these dark moments so that when you dry your eyes the first thing you see is Love.”
How can I pray for your broken parts today? Leave a note below or send me an email and I will cover you in prayer today.
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