Love is when your heart is broken, and a hundred people get in touch just to say how sad they are that your heart is broken, and how much they wish it could be different. And because it can’t be different, and you’re stuck with how it is, they promise to pray that you’ll be comforted. Or they mention that they’ve been there too. Or they tell you that God was faithful to them in their pain.
And then Thursday, miraculously, is indeed a little less awful than Sunday was.
Photo: The Living Room planted two trees for Kate and Lucy yesterday. I am blessed beyond words by this gesture.