My heart hurt for days, and I knew it wasn't over yet. I faced a long, treacherous road ahead. But today, the clouds had lifted just a bit. What made the difference? Talking to her – the one who could honestly say she understood my struggle.
There's something remarkable about knowing someone else has walked this road and survived. (Tweet this.)
Something helpful. Something hopeful. Because when you are right smack-dab in the middle of the hurt, hope is the only thing that puts your feet on the floor the next morning and sets one foot in front of the other, over and over again.
When you feel the deepest hurts, God brings to your mind that one person who’s been there.
You may see her every day, or she may be someone you haven’t spoken with in years, but one thing is certain. If you ask, she will be more than happy to pray with you every step.
It’s difficult to understand how someone feels if we haven’t experienced it. But someone who's been on the same boat knows where to find the life vests.
So the next time you find yourself in a situation with the kind of heart hurt that makes you want to curl up in a corner and hide from the world, remember her. She understands your struggles. She’s the one God placed in your mind to pray you down that road.
And trust me, those special, knowing prayers will make each step easier than the one before.