I allowed myself to cry almost the whole way to pick up my son from school.
I got it together and dried my eyes before pulling in to get him.
I've asked God over and over if there was anything He wanted me to say publicly.
He answered, "No, just keep talking to Me." So I've been sitting with it. And talking to Him. Until tonight....
Among all the meaningful and heartfelt posts I've seen over multiple tragedies this month--plus remembering 9/11--I still have no words, nothing beautiful, eloquent, or thought provoking to add to make it better. But I hurt for the hurting. I have only love to offer the broken.
Can I encourage you like He encouraged me today...Keep talking to Him. Keep talking to the God who loves you and thought of you before He formed the earth? Keep giving Him your pain, your questions, your doubts, and your fears.
He knows you. He knows what you need. He can speak things to your spirit man that make more sense than any fleshly words written.
No one's words are the answer except the words the Holy Spirit wants to speak to you. Let Him be your comforter, your healer, your redeemer. Will you listen?
He still works ALL things out for our good and His glory. ALL THINGS....
Turn off the news, stop scrolling for awhile, and go talk to Him. And make sure you really listen for what He has to say to you.
I still have hope in my heart. I love y'all!
