It hurts.
It explains.
It grieves my soul.
It provides help.
It crushes hope.
It offers hope.
It devastates dreams.
It leads us down a new path.
It closes doors.
It opens even more.
It fills my heart with questions.
It gives answers.
It increases fears.
It grants opportunities.
It breaks my heart.
It points me to healer of the broken.
The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18
Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows. Isaiah 53:4a
But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: the steadfast love of The Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. "The Lord is my portion," says my soul, "therefore I will hope in him." Lamentations 3:21-24
