There are days when the the pain ache right to the bone there are days our throat are too dry to form a single word. In those quiet, desperate moments, when there is no food on the table and no water to quench the burning thirst, only our tears can pray for us.
It feels like the very ground is being pulled from under our feets. Life has become a heavy, broken place, completely unfamiliar and terrifyingly dark.
Every breath feels like a battle, and every shadow feels like an ending. I do not understand why this cup is so bitter. I do not understand this empty ache, but even in the dark, even while starving and parched, I am not letting him go.
Please always remember to pray for me.
Kien