I can’t write all the things my heart wants to say. I’m not sure there are words in our language that could communicate it. But please just know that every word of this post hit me like an exploding shard of glass. I know this grief with God. I know this feeling of abandonment and the fear of hoping again. Thank you, always, for your words, Breanne.
I’m hesitant to share this because I don’t want to come across as though I’m offering some sort of trite “solution,” (I promise I’m not) but if you’re finding solace in Kristen’s book (which I loved), I wanted to share that Pete Greig’s book, God on Mute, was a similar light in my darkness. I found myself reading it during Lent three years ago, and it was one of the most powerful things to pull me out of the depths. If you feel led to pick up another book, I can’t recommend it enough. Bless you, girl. I pray for peace to fall on you like rain. ♥️
You are not alone in these musings! I too was taught to jump to the rejoicing happened because of the suffering. Letting myself feel the hard, brutal things instead of rushing past them has been hard...but freeing. Healing even. I love your words for this season.
❤️❤️❤️
I can’t write all the things my heart wants to say. I’m not sure there are words in our language that could communicate it. But please just know that every word of this post hit me like an exploding shard of glass. I know this grief with God. I know this feeling of abandonment and the fear of hoping again. Thank you, always, for your words, Breanne.
I’m hesitant to share this because I don’t want to come across as though I’m offering some sort of trite “solution,” (I promise I’m not) but if you’re finding solace in Kristen’s book (which I loved), I wanted to share that Pete Greig’s book, God on Mute, was a similar light in my darkness. I found myself reading it during Lent three years ago, and it was one of the most powerful things to pull me out of the depths. If you feel led to pick up another book, I can’t recommend it enough. Bless you, girl. I pray for peace to fall on you like rain. ♥️
You are not alone in these musings! I too was taught to jump to the rejoicing happened because of the suffering. Letting myself feel the hard, brutal things instead of rushing past them has been hard...but freeing. Healing even. I love your words for this season.