I have to admit, today wasn’t what I expected.
I watched my house be torn down, piece by piece, until it was nothing more than a crater in the ground filled with rubble.
I listened to a close friend try to describe the pain of his heartbreak, and fail, because no words can truly say what the heart doesn’t understand itself.
I looked into the eyes of a young woman who doesn’t see her own beauty, dignity, or authority, and I told her. But I don’t know if she heard me.
And I kneeled for my King. As I looked at Jesus, I found Him already looking at me.
His gaze is one of burning love.
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