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.”
