I sat across the table from her sweet face as she factually laid out the heartbreak of the past six months. All the months of anguish ended with her husband in the hospital for something a lot less tangible than cancer but incredibly tangible to her family. I’ve seen that illness up close. I know the destruction it can wreak.
Another texted me simply that they’d let her go. No warning and now, with no spouse to help her support her kids, she was praying for a miracle.
Then the call came that asked if I could meet with her. The years of trying left her desperate with a womb still empty.
In the past week, I have sat with, talked with, or corresponded with girlfriends contemplating divorce, believing that infertility may be a lifelong verdict, drinking too much, losing the one job that held their family afloat, left by a husband without explanation, and facing mental illness close up and personal. IN ONE WEEK.
Oh dear God, why in the world, in all the world, are these precious hearts breaking?
I held hands and sent scripture and cried and ranted and sat silent. Whatever they needed.
I stood in the breach knowing I had to stand there on their behalf because I know this heartbreak……
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