My heart is breaking. It just is.
For a lot of reasons.
I can’t help no matter how heartbroken I am to raise my hands to the Christ child! The One sent because of Love. True Love. Maybe I feel lonely, maybe my heart is broken, maybe I’m not an alcoholic but I could find myself in the bottom of a bottle of wine, or to write a note to someone I shouldn’t, but you know what I’ll do? I’ll praise Him. I know that it’s hard but God is here, and He has lead me here, and here I stand saying just as Katie said to me “I love You, every day. No matter what.”
I wonder why it has to be this way. But it doesn’t matter. I love You every day, no matter what.
The days that seem impossible to get through… they are impossible without God. Hour by hour, minute by minute.
The day when my daughter talked about how she has a relationship with God. The days that I’ve seen her off on mission trips to Colombia. I wasn’t even scared, I was so proud. When I saw the picture of her in Colombia holding a beautiful girl. OR when I’ve seen her dance for The King of Kings.
The days that I’ve seen kids or friends come to Christ. When I’ve seen them break free from the bondage that has held them so tightly.
When I’ve felt the kind of love I never thought I’d feel in my life.
When I’ve experience real life love and grace, in receiving it, so that I could be better at giving it.
I’ve given many a gift, I’ve seen people light up when I’ve given them a gift, but the greatest gift I’ve ever given was to give love to someone who never thought they deserved it. When they thought they were such a mess that no one could ever love them or they would never be forgiven or ever be loved again. And I’ve opened my arms, and hugged them.
To whom much is given, much is required. Luke 12:48