I tried to repair the wounds with sugar cookies.
Until there were no more sugar cookies on my plate.
So I guess a more lasting m.o. would be prayer.
Please stop and cover my friends in prayer when you read this. Please.
In the meantime I'll be in constant prayer and heartbreak and longing for the new Earth...the one where brokenness is something we only remember. Where sin is a lesson we once learned. Where loss is a concept we have to brush up on.
Come, Kingdom. Come.