She sits across from me at my kitchen table, an untouched cup of tea in front of her, and speaks out the details of the very worst moment of her life. Her eyes pour out her pain, and her voice breaks and everything, every hurt, every hard thing in her life since then, it leads back to this one terrifying, shattering moment, this moment she can’t forget, and can’t move past.
There is counsel, and there is a time for that.
But better, sometimes;
-to hold the hand of a hurting friend, enter into her pain, and grieve with her for the evil she has endured.
-to pray there is comfort in grieving together,
-to let her know that even though she feels alone, she doesn’t have to move forward on her own,
We walk on together, hand in hand. One small step at a time.