Friend, I want you to hear my voice - no, to hear my heart. It is breaking. Breaking for you, and for me. If you know me even a little, you know that I love and follow Jesus Christ. If I know you even a little, I know that you haven't always been treated kindly by those claiming to . . .
My heart is breaking. On one level, it is being torn apart by compassion for your story. I have seen your pain. I have heard your cries. I have wiped those tears. And I've hurt. You feel "heavy" and "tired." Life doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense. Everywhere you look, . . .