
Friends would say to me, “You’re such a strong woman, you’ll get through this.” But it wasn’t working to convince me. How could they stand there and say such words when my insides felt like mush, my heart felt broken into a million pieces and my knees were so weak I could barely stand?
They would not be saying these words if they saw how I collapsed in bed, hopelessly crying night after night. How could they possibly think I was strong?
They knew because they served the same God I did and had experienced their own painful struggles. And with the Lord’s help, they too were able to get through them.