So I’m ‘stealing’ her words to remember.
To remember this time and the ache.
To remember the power in brokenness.
To remember the power of humility.
To remember the power of Hope.
And to practice?
“Routine Benediction” Amen.
“Thank you for the loss so that I could know what true wealth really looks like. Thank you for the mess and the uncertainty and the not-knowing so that I could watch You work and move and lead and do what You do best. Thank you loving me more than I ever thought possible. And thank you for the broken things, because I would’ve never known just how beautifully you can put them all back together.”
You, God, are in the wreckage.