Good morning…
I knew exactly what she meant: “I feel like I am tiptoeing on broken glass.”
When life shatters into shards, we tread tenderly with loved ones, fearing their pain, fearing ours, fearing bare and bloodied feet. Vulnerably inching into grief, the only way through is through. Sometimes shoes are necessary. Sometimes they are not.
I knew exactly what she meant: “I feel like I am tiptoeing on broken glass.”
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds [healing their pain and comforting their sorrow] (Psalm 147:3, AMP).
…Sue…
