I stared at the picture and was sad for my friend. Sad for what became of him. Sad, he's gone.
I've made the decision to push past my boundaries and "do it anyway". To invest my time in expanding my relationships.
Thirty years as a "Christian" and I'd never heard God's voice. Probably because my time with God had been a one-way conversation.
The divorce didn't just affect me, or my son. Although we will carry the pain and the scars of this divorce, trauma is a ripple. Slowly spreading to friends and family.
How do you see God in brokenness?It's a question I was asked by a reader the other day, and to be honest, at first I didn't know how to respond.
As hard as I can, I'm going to stop worrying about my ex's happiness in his new relationship, and start working on my own.