Because love is noisy, it’s messy, it’s scratched and frayed.
It’s not easy being the one that hurt another person – to cut ties with someone you cared about so deeply without any closure.
This is why I won’t delete my messy or poorly written work. Without it I wouldn’t be able to see growth, and writing is a physical record of not just my growth, but of God’s faithfulness and goodness to me.
But I’m beginning to think that maybe I’m not meant to plan or pray or work my way out of this season. Maybe I’m meant to really look at it with new, grateful eyes that are free to see the possibilities it holds. Maybe I’m meant to embrace it with excitement and faithfulness and HOPE.
There are some things people can’t explain to you: the true brilliance of the stars, why certain songs will forever trigger either tears or deep laughter (even after ten years), and how to really describe the way a vast ocean makes you feel small. There are plenty of “unexplainables” in life, which is part of what makes being a human so cool. The reason you should wait until marriage to have sex can’t be explained, but you will feel the weight of its value if you do happen to wait.
They’re the questions that show there are places in our souls where we are still ragged and raw around the edges, places that are aching, searching, yearning.