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.