I toss. I turn. I pray.
My pillow grows wet with tears.
I have a friend on the line.
And I am desperately clinging to the feet of Jesus.
Hours pass. And yet I wrestle.
And suddenly I am struck by this thought.
If I can so love, be so invested in one individual, if my heart can feel like it is breaking for one…
What does my Father's heart feel like when He has seven billion people to cry for?
I'm thankful He loves. I'm thankful He cares.
And I'm thankful He sees where I do not.