Sometimes, like tonight, I sit alone and read your post…I feel your words penetrate deep within my soul. It’s as if, allowing myself these moments somehow helps me share in your grief. If only I could help carry your burden. Knowing that I can not, I go to “The One” on your behalf, sure that He hears my meager prayer and that He is carrying you.
Your words search deep within me, touching unhealed fragments of my heart. Seven years have past and somehow there remain little wounds. For so long I was numb…unable to experience emotion. Now, I allow myself this luxury of experiencing the pain. It reminds me that I am alive. Then after being exposed, your words cover my hurts like a salve.
You have weathered the impact of the gust. And because of your openness, the storm that knocks you back blows gently over me. God is using you to touch me…to heal me. I know that I am not the only one. God is using your deepest hurt to minister to countless others, my friend. Thank you for allowing Him to do so!
(Written as a response to: Gust, By:Amey Fair, http://atypicalmiracle.com/2013/11/13/gust/)