Let’s be honest, there have been times when we’ve all just wanted to fall down into a puddle on the floor over something awful that happened. I remember, for instance, with painstaking clarity the first time (and each thereafter) that my heart was broken into a million pieces by a careless boy, the time that I first learned that my Mother has cancer, and the time that I was told that my Mother-in-Law had passed away in her sleep. My knees literally gave out under the heaviness of my heart, and somewhere deep inside of me I just knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
Life has a way of doing that. You know, not quite working out as we had planned. Sometimes we look at the broken pieces of ourselves and wonder how we will ever get put back together again. Life just doesn’t make a whole lot of sense most of the time, because despite our best efforts at controlling everything around us, life is frustratingly unpredictable. It happens, with or without our permission.
One thing I’ve learned, as I’m sure you have, is that pain does pass in time. Though we might not have ever thought it possible, out of the brokenness of life’s biggest disasters come an undeniable sense of renewal and strength. Think back for a moment on the last thing that happened that completely shattered your world. Now consider where you are today. Not only are you still kicking, but you have proven yourself to be stronger than you could have ever imagined, haven’t you? Read the rest of this entry













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