The Weight of our Roles.

I am a full-time youth pastor, a wife, a foster mom, a daughter, a sister, a friend, but I am mostly a daughter of the King.  I am a 7 on the enneagram which means I struggle to complete projects, love every single person I meet, and if your reading this I probably think we are best friends.  I enjoy collecting water bottles, near suffocating my dog trying to snuggle her, and being around the teenagers God has called me to disciple.  I also experience anxiety in a way most could not understand.  Anxiety when it’s at its peak in my life can cause crippling effects and wreak havoc in my world.  I wanted to share my struggle with you today as I have many times before because if you understand the struggle of anxiety you are not alone.

Another student calls me at 1am with a problem I can’t even type because it is so heart wrenching.  Not only is she suffering through it, but she feels alone.  The caseworker called today to inform us they found a relative to take the second foster baby we had hopes of adopting.  My husband gets irritated with me for barking orders at him because I, in an overwhelming voice and harsh tone, ask him to clean the kitchen.  A friend cries to me as she faces the trials of this world and needs my shoulder.  My mom and grandparents face health concerns and stressors that would scare anyone who loves them.

It is in all of these moments I am reminded that I am a full-time youth pastor, a wife, a foster mom, a daughter, a sister, a friend, but I am mostly a daughter of the King.  It is in these moments where the anxiety begins to creep in that I cannot handle all that is on my chest or all that is put in front of me.  It is in these moments I cry out to God and ask Him to please release the weights on my chest and give me air to breathe.  It is in these high stress moments where the devil tries to fill my heart, and my mind with anxiety where I hear God softly whisper, “you are mine.”

In my prayer time I continually have been reading Psalm 61:2-4, “From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I.  For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe.”  The greatest part about this scripture is upon first reading I wondered if David meant “from the ends of the earth” literally, but in my continued reading and studies I discovered it was a figurative term to describe his mental state.  How fitting that David was exclaiming when we feel like we are just from the ends of all we have that we cry out to God.  The trials and struggles of this world may not cease today, but the ability to obtain joy and peace from the Father is ever so present if we only call upon Him.

Today although I am still serving in all of the positions and roles I began this writing with but I am not drowning without air.  God has not released me of all of the burdens, or taken away all of my pain, but He has provided me with a peace and comfort that He has and will never abandoned me amidst it all.  Psalm 4:8, “In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, Lord, make me dwell in safety.”  I am praying today you can come to the Lord and find safety and assurance that you are never to anxious, too alone, or too heavy burdened for Him to give you peace.

Always in prayer,




His Goodness in Our Grief.

For anyone unsure of our story I will share a little history.  My husband and I struggled to conceive and found out we had fertility issues in 2015 and decided to become foster parents in the hopes of adopting.  We got a call in August of 2017 to go pick up a four day old baby girl named Kimora.  They gave us a few hours to go get her and bring her home and they told us it would most likely be an adoption case once parental rights were terminated.  When Kimora turned four months old we got a call from our case worker that a relative was interested in taking custody.  On December 20th 2017 DHHS came to our home and took Kimora and gave custody to the relative.  It has been a little over seven weeks since we have seen her.

As I reflect on what the last seven weeks have been like the only word I can really use to explain is, “grief”.  I am 26 years old and have experienced some very sad things in my life, but I am unsure I have really ever experienced true grief until now.  You see, grief is such a funny thing… it is something no one can see.  Grief is all your own, it doesn’t show a scar or change the sound of your voice and it doesn’t give you a temperature.  Grief is the scary, and silent stillness we experience while the world continues to move and dance.

In the grief however, I have experienced a few things I would like to share.  I have experienced a deeper prayer life.  I have experienced the fall to your knees, scream out, cry for hours prayer that leaves you desperate for Jesus.  I have experienced the gratitude prayer when you (still crying haha) are on your knees thanking God for sending you people who make you laugh again, and for allowing you to smile the smile you thought was gone forever, again.  I have experienced the prayer of fear.  The prayer you pray as you (maybe still crying) seek God’s plan and confess to Him you are still so afraid of the future.  In this time of great grief I have experienced a prayer life filled with truth, pain, and depth.

In this time of grief I have also experienced what it means to grieve.  I know your thinking I just had a typo, but I mean I have learned more about what it means to grieve.  I have learned it is okay to take time to heal, time to hurt, time to cry, but also time to be strong.  I have learned in grieving you need community, your church, and your friends.  I have learned it is okay to grieve, but not to do it alone.

Grief has taught me a lot in these last seven weeks.  It has taught me a lot about God and myself.  It has taught me a lot about my marriage, my family, and my friends.  I feel differently about grieving than I did when we first said goodbye to Kami because I have experienced goodness in the grief.  I have experienced the goodness despite the grief.  I have felt His goodness amidst the grief.

I am not writing this blog to ensure you that if you are grieving it will all be okay.  I am writing this blog to share with you my personal experience with a subject we talk about so rarely.  I am still grieving, and I am still hurting.  There are still some days that come with what feels like 30 pound weights strapped to each shoulder and bury me in my bed as I pray to God to see Kami again.  There are still days I struggle to get through a workout without crying.  In my journey right now grief is not gone, but I have seen His goodness despite the grief and that is what I wanted to share with you.

I have spent the last four weeks working with Kami’s biological mom to get her into housing and to help her in anyway that we can so that she can get her children back.  We have discussed babysitting when she gets Kimora back and discussed Tyler and I possibly having a part in her life when she gets them back, but for now we are blind to the future.  For now, we pray for a photo of her every few weeks, continue to talk with her mom, and pray to God that Kami knows we didn’t leave her and that we love her more than anything.  For now, we pray for another chance to hold Kimora again, but we continue to discover Him, His goodness, and His grace in a sea of grief we navigate everyday.


We love you with every piece of our soul.  We pray to see you, to hold you, to see your beautiful smile again every single day.  There is not one day that goes by that we do not love you and I hope one day you read this and get to know that.  Happy six month birthday to the most beautiful princess we have ever laid eyes on.

We love you more than any words,


Your (foster) Mom & Dad.

Thank you God for Kami, her family, and her life.  Please use us to bring them to you and bring Kami back into our lives.  We love you, always… Amen.


Being a foster parent to Kami.

We had an event at our church a couple evenings ago and a woman approached me. After a few questions about Kami she said, “I hope you guys don’t get too attached.”

Now let me share some context with you…

For anyone reading this blog and doesn’t know, my husband and I have recently become foster parents with a hope to adopt because adoption costs are so high we thought this may be our way of becoming parents (we found out a little over a year ago conception would be nearly impossible for us).

When we got the call 2 months ago it was a whirlwind. I had been crying out to God earlier that morning that I was really in a place of pain over our struggles with conception & it wasn’t two hours later that my phone rang and even though I never pick up numbers I don’t know, for some reason that day I answered. August 14th 2017, our lives changed forever. The case worker said her name was Hannah and she had a four day old baby who needed a home and it was a case that looked positive for a termination of rights (that means our hopes for adoption like we wanted would be high). I instantly called Tyler who said, “what about childcare?” I said, “we will figure it out” and that was it! I called Hannah back and she said the Child Protective Services case worker would call me soon with details.

My brain at this moment: WHAT?! WHAT DO WE DO? What do we need? Okay we need to get diapers and wipes and a sign above her crib with her name. Oh, and CRAP we need clothes?! And books, and baby shoes and formula? Wait.. what size is she? What kind of formula does she take?

I called the case worker back with all of myself questions and Hannah said, “I have no idea. All we know is her name and that she needs to be in a home by tonight”. Wow. That’s it. All we knew was her name, and that we already loved her. We picked her up that evening at 7pm and praised God for a church family who started bringing us baby swings and clothes and food when we had no idea what we were doing! Kami was 7 lbs and 13oz and the most beautiful baby I had ever seen in my entire life. I couldn’t help but cry and cry when they wheeled her into the hospital room.

She was everything we had prayed for.

It feels like yesterday we brought her home, but it’s been almost 11 weeks now. We have seen her first real tear, watched her umbilical cord fall off, given her her very first bath, watched her smile for the first time, & heard her coo for the first time. We have experienced every “first” a baby has in the first (almost) three months of life with her. We don’t know anything different than that she is ours. Except life is different than our friends who have babies of their own. We have visits every month with Kami’s biological grandma and I put money each week on her biological mothers account in jail so I can talk with her. I send photos and letters to her mother also, & although most hours of most days Kami is ours, I have glimpses each week that remind me she is not.

The moments we have to remember she is not ours are the hardest of them all.

We live and lead a life of faith so we are constantly living in a place of unexplainable joy with Kami regardless of her future, but I am writing this blog because of the woman’s comments the other night. I have decided to share my thoughts on her comment, “Don’t get too attached.”

She is our entire world. We put our fingers under her nose multiple times a night in case we can’t see her chest moving just to make sure she’s breathing, we cry every time she coo’s for a long time as we realize she’s growing up, I sob every time I read “I’ll love you Forever” because it reminds me I may not have forever as her mom. There is no boundaries to our love with Kami because we don’t know how to have them. We picked her up at four days old and she has been nothing but ours since that day. We can’t “not get too attached” because we are already in so far deep we are about to start her college fund. I wanted to write this blog because being a foster parent to Kami is the hardest thing I, we, have ever done in our lives. We aren’t just invested in Kami, we are so far in love with her that we don’t know another way to live our lives, but to circle everything around her. We feel God’s presence everyday and we see God’s miracles every time we look into her eyes.

If you are a foster parent & you are reading this blog I want you to know my heart bleeds for you, but God is so close to you in this journey it is unreal. I want you to know that God doesn’t make mistakes and YOU are meant to parent that child.

I have people ask me all the time, “what will you do if Kami’s Mom gets her back?” And I just can’t answer that question right now, but what I can say is that I will love her with all of the love in my heart and when that day comes if that day comes I will praise God for every second that I got to experience her “firsts” as her mom, and if that is all God’s plan is for us than I will praise him for the rest of my days because this time with Kami has changed my life, & has made me into someone I never thought I could be, a mom.

Hope in the Suffering

A few months ago my mom called me, I could hear the anxiety in her voice as she said “are you home?  I just need to talk to you when your home.”  It is when my mom asks if I am home that I know she has awful news.  I put my car in park in front of my apartment as my mom told me the doctors found a spot in my Grammie’s lung & they had fear it may be cancer.

I prayed.  I text my closest friend and he put it on his prayer chain at his church and I text my friends on the church staff and we prayed.  I prayed for God to remove the mass and for the doctors to be in SHOCK that following week at the scan.

At that next scan or maybe the next, it becomes so jumbled when your looking back.. the doctors revealed the mass was cancer, but they would do a surgery to remove it.  It seemed like no big deal almost, cancer seems scary, but removing it seemed wonderful.

We prayed.  God please let this mass be gone.  Perform a miracle, but thank you for the blessing of a hopefully easy surgery.

A few weeks later it came back they couldn’t remove it due to size so my Grammie would need radiation, but maybe not chemo.  Here is where I want to pause and share with you my real prayer.  Not the fake Facebook prayer in which zero pain is revealed, but my “yes I am a pastor, but it doesn’t change my REAL pain right now” prayer.


That was my prayer.  Raw, real, sad, and scary, but that was it.  That was my prayer not just once, but multiple times that week and the week or so to follow.

We prayed. Lord no chemo please no chemo.

New results return, she needs radiation and chemo.  She may not lose her hair though!

We prayed.  God please let my Grammie keep her hair.  

My grammie lost her hair.

….I think at this point of my blog you are realizing why my previous prayer was screaming at the Lord.  I also realized a miracle wasn’t occurring, at least not yet.  I realized I had two choices.  I could be terribly mad at God, or I could keep praying (even sometimes angry prayers) and I could have hope and peace that only could come from Him.  I chose the second one.  As I changed my prayers a little, God gave me verses like this in my daily devotion (GoTandem is the best if your seeking) and in my Bible as I studied his word…

“I wait quietly before God, for my victory comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress where I will never be shaken.” Psalm 62:1-2

“I am the one who answers your prayers and cares for you.” Hosea 14:8

Slowly, but surely regardless of what the doctors say, regardless of what they continued to say I maintain a hope that surpasses all understanding.  Although if you read my story you may ask where is God, but as I awoke today and felt so heavy for my grammie and just started to get that fear again, this was my daily devotion today 5.27.17,

“I cried out to the LORD in my great trouble, and he answered me.”Jonah 2:2

Here is what I hope this blog says to you, I hope as you read this you see a pattern.  A pattern of our God who is constantly hearing your prayers, burdens, and struggles.  A pattern of love and grace.  A pattern of a child of God crying out to her God and although you cant see a mighty miracle from the outside He is constantly calming the storm within her soul.  I hope if you read, see, or hear nothing else that you can see the love of God as he speaks to me through his word.  I pray and hope that you can see a story that looks as if its hopeless and scary, but realize I have more hope and confidence than ever before.  I hope you read this and wonder, “How in the WORLD could she be so sure its going to be okay?”  That you re read the scripture God gave to me and realize even when we cant see, He is speaking, He is hearing, He is MOVING.  Here is my prayer today, it looks a little different than the one above…


Thank you for hearing my cries.  Thank you for taking my burdens.  Thank you for being my rock.  Thank you for taking care of my grammie even if her health isn’t great right now.  Thank you for every memory, every laugh, every single moment that fills my soul because you made her my grammie.  Thank you for your miracle healing that I know is upon her.  Thank you for working all things for the good of THOSE WHO LOVE YOU even if I am a little unsure what that means for us right now.  Thank you for my papa, and for showing my grammie how strong he is.  Thank you for my mom and for keeping her right where she is, in Sylvania for such a time of this for my family.  Thank you for every single blessing you are giving to us that we sometimes cant see because of this illness.  Thank you for the doctors and nurses caring for my grammie.  Thank you for calming the storm in my soul, for being my father, and for holding me in a time when I have never been more scared.  I love you God, I feel you, and I just please continue to ask for your love to surround my soul, and my grammie’s every single day in this journey.

Your daughter,


Praying today you feel the Lord and the peace and joy of the spirit, even if you feel like the storm is too big.  Remember, He created it all, what is a big storm to us is a small rain cloud for him.


My Feminist Feelings today…

I love children, I love women’s rights, I love the church, I love Jesus, I love being married, and I love teenagers.  This past weekend MANY people commented on their thoughts, passions, anger, feelings, and just opinions on the women’s march and I am sure you clicked this blog post thinking the title was going to discuss my feelings on that march as well, but I am sorry to report that is not my actual topic.  My reasoning for titling my blog post “my Feminist Feelings today” is because the definition of the word feminist is: supporting the concept of feminism, which is pushing for women to have equal rights to a man, but I want to write about the ONE thing we can do that they cannot.  I want to say I am proud of the women who came before me that allowed women to have such equal rights, but one thing women have always been able to do that men cannot and that is conceive, carry, and deliver a child.  It is that exact subject that is on my heart today and I am eager to have attracted your attention with “My Feminist Feelings” to share my heart with you.

                I found out earlier last year after 3 years of trying (March of 2016) that I am going to struggle immensely conceiving a child.  My doctor did assure me its not impossible, but that my odds of conception are very slim.  I have cried, I have been angry, I have prayed, I have talked with my husband and cried with him and have talked with my mom and close friends, but it doesn’t change the way my heart aches.  I heard a song around the same time this news came to me called Thy Will by: Hillary Scott and it really helped me to feel peace with the Lord that His plans are always good even when I struggle to accept them.  I just wanted to allow this blog for you to know if you have someone in your life who is struggling with conception, or cannot conceive here are 4 things you can do and things that have made my heart remain whole in the breakage. 

1.)    Allow them to tend to your kids.

I can’t put into words what it means to me that parents of my youth group teens or just parents of kids I know trust me enough to allow me to hang out with their kids, and take care of them.  Weather it’s for a night of babysitting or just picking them up from school I can’t imagine my heartbreak if people stopped asking me to care for their kids finding out my pain.  My pain is made better BECAUSE your children are in my life, thank you for not counting me out because I am struggling to become a parent.

2.)    Don’t be afraid to ask, but be AWARE of WHAT you’re asking.

One of the most difficult thing about the struggle with conception is that it’s a silent struggle.  Most everyone around you has no idea that your hurting or struggling and they don’t realize where you are at emotionally in that struggle (shoot, sometimes I don’t even know how I feel).  Do not be afraid to ask how I feel, if you can pray, or what is going on, but be prepared if sometimes that person or your friend isn’t ready or doesn’t want to discuss those things with you right away, but never be afraid to ask.  Be aware that questions like, “why aren’t you guys having kids yet” or “are you guys ever having kids”  are very hard questions in the midst of this battle.  Don’t be afraid to ask questions, but pray and seek wisdom about which ones you ask.

3.)    Don’t be shy or subtle sending a card or giving one on Mother’s Day.

The most thoughtful thing someone ever did for me was hand me a card on Mother’s Day.  I was shocked and surprised as she handed it to me and later as I opened it only to find that it was a Mother’s Day card I wondered if it was a sick joke?  I then realized she written a short letter inside.  The letter was reminding me how loved I was by so many children and teens and to not forget that the role God has me in is perfect and to be patient and prayerful in His timing.  It was beautiful, thoughtful, and meant the world to me.  In this story I want to encourage you that if you have friends or someone around you struggling in this silent battle please throw them a Mother’s Day “prayer” card or a random card reminding them you haven’t forgot and you are still praying.  I am a firm believer that cards, & letters have and leave strong impacts on peoples hearts.

4.)    Please do NOT recommend foster care of adoption, or ask if we know about other options.

I can assure you with 100% confidence if a woman cannot conceive or has that battle the doctors and Google has already led them to about 10 different ways to have a child another way or an agency to assist them to still become a mother.  The struggle within these systems besides cost is time.  Most people have no idea the struggle to obtain a foster care license and the resources it takes if you don’t have what the checklist requires, not to mention the credit check, bank account last year information, or the blood type of your pet (yeah, I had no idea either), but because of this those systems are hard and take a lot out of you.  I also want to explain that this is a roller coaster.  One minute I am 100% sure I want to adopt then the next I am sobbing that “my” child will someday have to know why they don’t have “my eyes”.  One minute I am sure I want to be a foster parent and the next I am convinced my teens take all my time and energy.  It is a constant roller coaster and if someone in your life is struggling, unless you have an agency you recommend or have used and that’s your advice, please avoid the list of “other options” we have, trust me, we already know.  We also know you never intend to cause pain or more struggle, but that’s simply why I am writing this blog so that you know how it does feel before you step in those red zones.

        I hope these 4 things have just helped you to know how to better love and support someone around you that struggles silently, but most of all I hope you know if you are one of those people who struggle you are loved and supported, and you aren’t alone.  1 Thessalonians 5:16 says, “Be cheerful no matter what; pray all the time; thank God no matter what happens. This is the way God wants you who belong to Christ Jesus to live.  I am not telling you this verse has been easy for me, but even in the storm I know God needs my #BESTDAYEVER attitude and to tell him I love him, and that I trust Him no matter what happens and I pray and hope that verse speaks to you in that same way it did for me, regardless of whatever your struggle or “storm” may be.



Night is coming.

I started today right away in the busy.  I woke up, had to run to Gordons Food for our youth group Christmas party, hit up a quick stop at Starbucks to see my new friend who works there that I have been chatting with there and getting to know, got to the church just shy of 10am and unloaded all goods and supplies to youth room.  After, I came up to my office and instantly got carried away in the hustle of ministry.  I stopped around 11:30 and decided to get time in reading my Bible and studying God’s Word before the day got any busier and I approached John 9:1-34, Jesus Heals a Man Born Blind.  The best part is I got to verse 4 and read it over and over, then I looked over to my study Bible and read the comment, “Jesus was referring to the time between his appearance in Bethlehem and the end of time when all evangelistic opportunities will end”.  I felt a lump in my throat as I traced back my steps today, a quick but rushed hello to the people at Gordons, a simple smile and how is your day to Isagani at Starbucks (of course they had an hour line so we couldn’t chat much anyways), a very rushed walk by of the 5 men doing the carpet in the church, an even quick speed by the 3-4 men who are fixing the office heat at the church, and a quiet moment in my office before the day truly began.

One thing that has been consistent all morning = my rushed acknowledgments.

As I read those words in John chapter 9, “As long as it is day, we must do the works of him who sent me.  Night is coming, when no one can work.  While I am in the world, I am the light of the world”, I couldn’t help but realize I do not live my daily life as if I would never be able to discuss God with one more person.  I instantly realized I had to spend time not only in prayer and the Bible, but also blogging to share with everyone I know that we are short on time.  Would it have killed me to ask the cashier at Gordons how her day was going?  Could I have sat at Starbucks and let the line go down to have a conversation with my new friend?  What if I took time to offer cookies or hot cocoa to the carpet men?  What would the men fixing the church heat have thought if I offered them water or Starbucks run?

I am not trying, in anyway, to make you think you’re not enough, BUT I think you can offer more because SO CAN I!!  I think we approach every day with a list, I don’t know one person who doesn’t think of a list in their head even if they don’t write it 100 places like some of my closest friends do.  I know that you woke up with responsibilities today and a list, but are His people on that list?  Did you carve out time today to bring Christmas cookies to the staff at Target?  What about just making time to ask the cashier how their day is?  I think you make attempts everyday to talk to God’s people, but I think you can do better.  I think your smile and hello can become a daily relationship with that person.  I think you often have God and His people on your heart, but I think you can do more.  I know you can do more.  Today, I just want you to know we don’t know the time we have left to share His love and there may not be anyone like you in your community.  You may be the only one Cheri at Taco Bell can relate to and if you don’t carve out an extra 5 minutes you could miss out on a chance to love her.

Today, this season, this month, this year, I challenge you to tell God you are ready for His divine appointments, and you are ready to make more time to have them, no matter the cost.  I know you already do this, but I challenge you to do it as if its your last week to do it.

“As long as it is day, we must do the works of him who sent me.  Night is coming, when no one can work.”



In the Eye of the Storm.

This past week seemed to be a week that would never end.  It was full of “Chelsea, you can’t miss my game, your like my second mom”, “Chelsea, please call me back”, “Chelsea, you never slow down, your going to get sick”, “Chelsea, I am frustrated with you”, “Chelsea, I need to talk to you about these struggles”, “Chelsea, I drank this past weekend”, “Chelsea, my family lost our house”….

    These types of weeks are nothing short of typical in the life of a youth pastor, but this week more than the many that came before it I felt like I was going to absolutely explode.  During the course of my last 7 days I felt many emotions, and I want to share those emotions with you in hopes you need to read a blog post just like this and you can relate to it and know you are NOT alone!  This past week I felt less than enough, I felt helpless and maybe even a bit hopeless, I felt unworthy, I felt frustrated, I felt alone, I felt overburdened, I felt discouraged, and most of all I felt broken.

As I reflect on these feelings I want you to know that it is TOTALLY normal to feel all of these things.  If you are reading this going, “GIRL THAT IS MY LIFE” please realize you, are very normal.  In fact, I would argue if you always feel perfect and happy maybe you aren’t in a place with God that you should be, but that’s for another blog.  I will disclose to you that as my week was coming to a close and I was heading into Sunday night High School youth group I thought, “Thank you God that this week is almost over.”  I have a feeling God laughed a little and you’ll get why as I share the story of my Sunday evening.

My Sunday evening began with a phone call that we weren’t going to have dinner for our Sunday night group which was no problem because we hadn’t went out with the students in a while so I decided a night out with just me and 8 of our HS students smashing pizza would be perfect!  As we get there we had one unfortunate event after the other that I  wont disclose because I didn’t get permission from my students or their parents to share the details of a night that ended just really rough.  I will tell you after it all ended I found my stolen cell phone shattered (Thank you Trader Joe’s office staff and the man who returned it).  The point of this blog post is not all the little details that made me want to rip every piece of hair out, and quit ministry forever, my point is I survived and I think God wanted me to share this awful ending to a crazy, overwhelming week because someone else is struggling too.

You see, in the mix of the horrible things and the long nights, and those heart breaking calls, and situations I was in with students this week God was still speaking to me (even if I wanted to cut the phone lines).  As I entered the office today, took time to pray, and began reading one of my books, I was given a Bible verse, Isaiah 43:2.  This passage was meant for the nation of Israel as God was promising to protect them in their trials, but God was using this passage to remind me that every little thing was going to be just fine.  God used this short, powerful passage to remind me that as I walked through the heaviness of this storm with many broken teens that He will carry me through.  I want you to know that if you are in a place right now where you are ready to send your two weeks notice to God, I fully understand and so does He, BUT He promises to be right there with you through the painI just want you to know, if you are reading this and carrying burdens, pain, heartaches from your students/children/friends/church members, you are hurting and overwhelmed because God gave you a heart like Jesus.  You are hurting because you love the way He needs you to love.  Just know that as you hurt He is seeing your pain and hearing your prayers and He and He alone, will be with you to the depths of your burdens.



I love you.  God loves you.  He will be with you always, no matter where you are, the Lord over all will be there with you.