There are times when I am so close to going through a day in a normal sense, days where my heart doesn't break so much and I can recognize why I'm here, in Lethbridge, getting ready to go to college. Most of this week has been like that. Accepting that what I'm learning is going to be so useful for the future. Actually becoming excited that I have something to work towards.
But then I read something like A Night of Hell and my heart breaks all over again. Wishing that even though my hands aren't nimble with training that they could hold the hand of a woman who is afraid, that I could soothe the fear in their eyes and the terror in their heart and just be there in love.
Tonight, I echo her prayer... and I know He's listening.
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