gaping hole

Chapel.

Bre and Jake leading singing.

I knew it would be a time of worship.

I was right.

I did not know I would get ambushed.

But I did.

As Jake led us in prayer, after the singing,

I slipped out of the room

and into Daniel's hug.

I thought I was going to ruin his tie with my snot,

so I pulled it together,

whispered "I am going to find a swing"

and walked out of Nash Chapel.

I crossed the parking lot to the closest swing.

A few minutes passed.

I saw Daniel leave the building.

He came and asked if he could join me.

I said yes.

We sat, 

side by side,

in silence for a few minutes.

Then the tears fell

and words poured forth.

I found out it is the first chapel he has been to in a long time.

I told him God knew I would need him.

Again.

I think it was something we both needed.

The Bill sized hole is gaping and raw today.

I am not sure why.

I just plain hurt,

deeply

and miss him

hugely.

And God provided someone to share with.

He always does.

God is good like that.

I have no doubt 

that God is working.

Deep wounds, 

to heal properly, 

must heal from the inside out.

It takes time.

And some days will be harder than others.

But even on the hard days, my heart is good.

God is making something beautiful.

Friends are part of His plan.

I shouldn't be, 

but I am amazed

at how He puts the right people directly in my path,

at the right time,

with the right words

or touch

or song.

A friend sent me this today: