Sometimes life is so incredibly, stupidly hard.

I am talking to someone on Facebook. I won’t say who. He is going on about how he is single, check me out ladies. People bother him; they were mean and he felt upset and decided life was over.

The truth is actually a quiet desperate plea he wrote in Spanish. Forgetting many people know Spanish. I read it. Said, I will keep this in my prayers.

Talking to him, saying, keep living. Don’t let stupid people get you down. Don’t let someone else’s decisions end your life. Their behavior is a reflection on them and not your value.

Right now life is great. New beginnings; I am honestly excited. The beginning of the rest of a good life.

Already he and I are overwhelmed by the past. Trying to dig out of the mess we left behind.

Grief and sorrow. Over how others broke our heart.

Broken hearts mend, but this takes time. Facing all that was done to us. Sitting there, realizing people crapped on us and having to deal with this, and realize it is a thing.

Going through life, realizing it wasn’t all my fault after all. That I did a lot of stuff wrong, but so much wrong was done to me too. That I was trapped in so many ways. That even after I got right with Jesus, I was ensnared by all those who wouldn’t let me walk with Him, do what He said.

So we cut the ropes and now I am free. I will never fly that way again, or anywhere near where I can be caught and trapped.

I flew to the mountain. My last message was, the Lord tried my heart. And found it true. I am going to meet you at the mountain, honey; I am coming there to you. Wait for me.

And there we are. We are on the mountain, and we will never leave this mountain. Only Jesus can get you here. It is a very special place.

Watching the firework show. And wondering what is next from here.

The Lord said, daily bread. Don’t worry about tomorrow. Don’t stockpile. Live today.

Grief and sorrow and pain. And dealing with who we are, how we feel about all that was done.

But even when we fail, Jesus never does. ❤