When Your Heart Has Only Two Words Left
There are seasons of life when a person does not need a speech about strength. They do not need a polished explanation that sounds good from a distance but never quite touches the place where they are actually hurting. They do not need another sentence that tells them to hold on without first recognizing how tired their hands already are. They need something honest enough to walk into the room they have been sitting in by themselves. They need language that feels like it understands the weight of getting up every day while carrying something invisible. They need words that do not rush them past the ache, but also do not leave them trapped inside it. That is why those two simple words matter more than they seem to matter at first. Dear Heaven. That is not complicated language. It is not impressive language. It is not the kind of phrase people use when they are trying to show how spiritual they are. It is the kind of phrase a person uses when they have reached the edge of what they...