We both walked in the room—hearts heavy with unspoken words, problems with no answers. We tried to lighten the load by revisiting past hurts and talking about solutions. The weight
Tag: sorrow
I sat on the edge of her bed. Tears spoke what words could not. She was hurt, sad, alone. In her silent, tearful lament she longed for God, but her
He offered me a cup. He knew I was thirsty. At first, I thought it was a directive with somewhat sarcastic tones, “Here, take this”. I had never pictured Jesus