Having someone listen as I pour out my heart has helped me more than any words ever have. What an amazing gift not to be judged in suffering.
I cannot wish away this pain ... cannot get away from this broken body ... But what I can do is ... turn my sickness and pain into an offering.
A relapse is like losing your grip and falling from the glacier. One minute you’re carrying on as normal, the next minute you take a step and feel the ground slipping from beneath you.
Psalms as poetry - some of it is sound from the first note to the last, some have verses with a bouncy hook, and some sections should probably not be spoken aloud in polite company.
God watches us. He sees us. He waits with us for morning. God understands what it’s like, and He sits with us in the pain.