- He came to my door with a longing in his eyes. Sadness & pain. Wondering what to do. Needing some to listen. A broken marriage. Fixing it seems impossible.
- She sat crying at my table. Divorce had never seemed an option, but here it was and she had to deal with it even though she would rather sweep it under a rug.
- The prodigal daughter - a mom opens up and longs for time to reverse and for God to intervene.
- The prodigal son - rebellion - and a tiny life appears from reckless choices. A father devestated and grieving, crying out to God in desperation.
- Accusations and interpretations. Wounded by the power of words. Unforgiveness reigning. Will we allow the Savior in? How do we live in this world when we all say we love Christ yet we tear one another down?
People around us need us to share their burdens, to listen, to love them, to pray with them.
Beneath the surface of our lives is brokenness ........
Only Christ can put the pieces back together. And sometimes HE uses a weak, simple, uneducated woman like me.
What an amazing privledge it is to be a vessel for Him.
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