The hurt comes again. It comes not from expectation but rather, from a longing for restoration. And, again, I lay it down at the feet of my Savior. Take it, Lord, for I am lost without You. Give me empathy, give me hope. He sews up my pain with divine thread. Kisses it. And then I hear...Wait, child. You have no idea what I have planned. My heart flutters with anticipation...
How did we breathe in this world before we knew Him? With the darkness, the pain, the ugly that resides not only outside of us but also within. How was it possible to swim through a life where sin and brokenness went unanswered? Where the only glimmer of hope we could find was an artificial human imitation of the eternal?
It is in this moment - the stillness after a Kiss - that I see a glimpse, a tiny peak of what is yet hidden to me, and Praise.
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