“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
— Psalm 34:18
Tonight I’m holding onto that promise a little tighter.
Most nights I find myself sitting quietly with Austin’s memory…talking to God more honestly about my thoughts and feelings
than I do with anyone else. Somehow God has become the safest place for all of it —
the questions, the anger, the longing, the love I don’t know what to do with. There are moments when He feels like the only one who can bring any real comfort
by gently reminding my heart that this separation isn’t forever…
that one day we will be together again.
I find comfort in remembering
that even Jesus understood a mother’s broken heart.
“Jesus wept.”
The Son of God stood in the presence of loss,
saw the pain, the mourning, the devastation…and He cried too.
So tonight I let the tears fall , I lean into faith even though it feels fragile, And I hold onto the hope that love like this
doesn’t end here .......
it is just waiting for the reunion.