Once upon a time there was a broken woman. The lament had
overtaken her soul and locked her in silence. Weariness lived thick in her heart. She felt cold in
the shadows of the raging world.
A light in the dark. Warm, real, alive. A light to hold; an
up-close light that heals even as it sees. He came into her darkness, sat with her. Touched her pain. Cupped her face with His hands and whispered, “I’m
listening.”
Every woman has had that moment. May every woman encounter the only true lover of her soul. Thank you for post, Julie.
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