More than anything, we want to be loved. Not just loved, but known completely and still loved. Loved without trying hard, without impressing, without being the most perfect version of ourselves possible. No make-up, bad hair, yeah, but even more deeply.

God sent Jesus into this world and then to the cross at just the right time. Your eve will come as he wills it, but he is here in the midst as your hope now. What is it he has for you as you wait? He doesn't waste anything. The pain, the struggle, the waiting. He uses it all.

I won't pretend that choosing to walk through it instead of sitting in it is easy. Healing is hard work.