As I sit and catch up of on blogs I see that so many of my friends are hurting. Wether it's from a fresh loss, grief rearing it's head unexpectantly, or an angelversary coming up, they are hurting. And in turn I hurt for them. I hurt at the fact that we all had to meet this way, I hurt at the fact that you are hurting. I hurt at the fact that I don't have the magic words to make the hurt go away, to bring back what was lost to replace the sorrow with joy. And though I don't comment often, know that I am here, reading and thinking of you and hoping for you and praying comfort your way.
Isaiah 61:3
To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.
3-6-9... 10 years later
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