I don’t even know the full meaning of the word. I woke in uncontrollable tears and anxiety and came straight downstairs for His Word to straighten me for the day.

Feeling obtuse, I flipped intentionally to the left. My heart softened over 1.5 hours of studying. I thought I would flip to the right to conclude my studying. To the right, I flipped. But, not far enough right to be in the New Testament. Instead, He stopped me where he had me the day Kristie Lynn was dying. Isaiah 9.

All I can do is pray for a good way to share hard truth. KL is a blatant reminder today, on what would have been her 36th birthday, that I don’t always share hard truths in the best way.

Father God, please guide my heart and my tongue. I am ever-so-grateful for you and for the word you delivered through Sister Darla yesterday. I love you, Lord. Please forgive my thoughtless words when I recognize them. I am truly sorry for the hurt I have caused and long to repent to your satisfaction. Please keep your hand on my husband, my children, Jason/Rachel, Tom/Marisa, my mom, Mike and all who desperately long to know you better, even if they don’t have the words. May we all know YOU better, Father God and seek to know and love you even better. In Jesus’ name, I pray.