Perhaps this resonates with you. You never expected to be here, wherever “here” is for you. That place, the feeling of desperation, is the impossible place where hope seems hard to find. The “here” is trauma, disappointment, stress, overwhelm, death, parenting challenges, and financial strain. It’s not simply the weight of one thing, but the weight of many. It causes you to barely function. It’s suffocating. It feels like it may kill you. It has certainly killed your joy, your spirit that roamed freely, and your laughter that once filled a room.
I am writing to the weary, hurting one today—the one who feels she cannot go on and that this week, this month, or even this year, has been too much. I am writing to tell you that you are seen. You are seen by the one true God—not a feeling, an energy, an aura, or a vibe—but the God who created heaven and earth. And while I don’t understand the depths of your pain, I know the depths of my own. And the God I serve has been a faithful healer of all my broken places, when I’m hurting, when I feel I cannot come up for air. He’s healed, not just once or twice, but a hundred different times and a hundred different ways. Each time he heals me, I am left more amazed than the time before.
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