I like to write articles that have an element of doxology in them: a sense of wonder that no matter how we praise God, we can never, ever (ever!) exaggerate. I love to point out what’s good in life, to assemble sturdy truths from a wide variety of friends, to craft the most beautiful sentences I can.
But this is not (exactly) that kind of article.
If you could get a letter from the middle of a wrestling match or a battlefield, then you’d be closer to what it is. The emotions are still raw, and there are a few ragged edges. Even the ending I originally wrote has been lopped off, and you’re left with a cliff-hanger, of sorts…but only because we’re all still in the middle of our stories.
I wrote while healing, and yet still brokenhearted, and I wrote it to the brokenhearted.
Whether or not you read Faith in Crisis, I hope (and pray) that you find, as I am finding, that of all people, we brokenhearted are not alone.
Elisabeth Adams 