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.
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.
Thankful for poop on the floor!
5 weeks ago