I realized how precious it is for us to come to a place of true heart-break for others.

So I sat there this morning. And as the minutes ticked by, I realized there was an even bigger and better reason I was there.

But God tells me that it’s good. He made me this way. He made me with a sensitive heart that breaks all too easily.

It would be me doubting God’s plan and in fear, taking over.

And I realize that indeed, the wilderness has the potential to be the most powerful place for us.

And this is the truth: whether your reality is messy or pretty, He loves us just the same.

It’s time to cinch up my seat belt a little tighter. And lean on God a little more. And not carry the weight of the world.

So, Jason and I sat on the couch, legs touching. Photo album spread out over them.

And when I start to recount my blessings and give thanks, my heart is more in tune with His.

Ironically, I sat there this weekend, thinking of a particular memory, and saying once again: God, this is too big for you. You can’t heal this. I’ll take care of it myself.

A smile breaks out on my face. I tell him what just happened: You knocked down a fence post.