I wish I could hold you and tell you everything is gonna be alright. I heard what you went through. You don’t even know. I keep thinking how you must wonder how, if there’s a God, He could let it happen. I wish, sweet one, with all my heart, that just for a moment that I could give you my heart and let you feel and see and taste what I have: that He is infinitely good. I know that more now than ever before. And that’s after the anxiety, after the broken friendships, after the failings, after the watching of family members make heart-wrenching decisions that I wish I could turn back. It’s after the heading into the unknown because I think that God is leading and finding myself in the midst of it disillusioned, bitter, and wondering what hope and joy even are. It was then that He met me in that place and showed me that hope is not an idea or an act of the will. Hope is a person. Jesus Christ. Conqueror of death and sin and giver of new life: kno...