How does one find the words when they don't know what to say? I felt like I wasn't even speaking last night, but I was, I heard the words, but I don't know where they were coming from.
Our Kaila got off from her shift to hear that the guy she recently broke up with had died in a car accident a few hours earlier. During their 8 month courtship he sat with us at church, hunkered down at our house during the ice storms, and joined us at our table for meals. Yet, I could not find the words myself to speak to her. Perhaps God felt it best that he took over for those moments. I don't even remember what the words were, but I know that He guided me. And for that I am thankful.
Time will march on, and our wounds will become scars that we carry with us. They remind us of how we've been touched by people. We remember the good and the bad. No doubt there will be new wounds as we travel in this journey. My hope and prayer is that when those moments come, God will yet again give me the discernment to step aside, and let him do all the talking.
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