tissues and puffy eyes), what i am holding most tightly to tonight, is a promise, his promise that healing will come . . . eventually. and i do personally know this well, because many years ago, there was an abused, broken, skeptical young woman who went off to college and met a cute boy who loved god and could sing, and she learned to trust again. it felt like a miracle. it was. a good god does things like that for his people, for his purposes.
learning to wait. waiting to live again. because he is faithful. because eventually you must touch bottom and begin coming up. because trust must be 