A Place Still Broken…and a reunion

It was a place in my heart still bro­ken. A piece of my life that I did not remem­ber. What was miss­ing was not just the mem­ory of my friend…but the feel­ings attached to that mem­ory. That was the part that was still bro­ken. And I didn’t even know it. But God did.
That’s the thing I love about God. He heals us each very personally…very directly. And He let me know when He did it. Because our wounds are per­sonal, and the mes­sage that comes with them is per­sonal, our heal­ing is per­sonal. And so it was.

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