yet it has been hard.
Real close to my heart.
I am grateful I was able to kneel by her and talk with her. Brings me a teensy bit of comfort.
God's presence ushers in more because after all, He is the God of comfort.
I've been grumpy.
And I really can't put a finger on why. I know this is not how my friend would want me to react or grieve.
I could spill my guts here, but this is truly not the place because God made my guts and He alone knows what and who puts them in knots.. or why I do.
I can adore while I hurt.
I can worship in pain.
I can trust when I reflect on why I'm still here and my friend is not.
So Lord, in my broken estate, I will
God Who loves me,
come to earth,
wrapped in pink baby skin.
I love You,