I can’t fix it.
The confusion. The unknown. The hurt.
I wish I could wield a magical tool that would transform all the pain and uncertainty, fear and doubt into a beautiful package tied up with a nice shiny bow.
Oh how I wish I could blink my eyes and your tears would be dried and your heart restored, free to trust and laugh and love.
My heart breaks at the sound of yours breaking.
I can’t fix this. Or change it. Or even make it the slightest bit better.
But I can walk with you.
Hand in hand through this valley of shadow. Where the road seems hidden, shrouded in debris.
I can sit side by side. And cry. And nod. And hope.
I can throw myself at the feet of the One who loves you more than you or I could ever fathom. I can pour my heart out on your behalf when you don’t have the strength. Or faith. Or words.
I can hug your neck. Make tea. Love those walking with you.
No, I can’t fix this.
But I can love you. And until the Sunlight shines on your face again – and even then – I am here.
Photo by Eflon