May 30, 2017
At the end of the day we are flesh and bones. The heaviest weights we carry are hung from our heartstrings. Hurt, hope, joy, and loss: they hold hands, they play the song of love.
We need the light, it guides and gives us eyes for healing. The brightest days may seem a distant memory, but goodness then, goodness now, goodness tomorrow.
Papa You gave us each other, we have learned to carry one another because You do it without question. Heavy hearts, heavy eyes. We will wait, because You have promised us faithfulness.
