Hope In Crisis.

He was a righteous and devout man, unwavering in faith, and splendidly humble and modest. His lips spoke none but wisdom, and his actions complimented his words with such grace and compassion. To all, he was merciful, and his genuine love overflowed out to the hearts of the broken. He was a good man, no doubt; a man whose love for others was preeminent in prospect. His mercy was boundless, and his passion overrode all else.

Though I couldn't help noticing that behind all his grace, all his mercy, and all his love was a heart so hidden in the dark...

Shattered and crumbled, with cracks in its walls, his heart struggled to stand, let alone beat. He was heartbroken, and it was inevitable that these cracks would show in between the wrinkles of his skin as he smiled and laughed.

It led me to question: how could someone so graceful, so devout and so loving be so crippled and broken inside?

But it was the only way he knew to live. In order to see grace, he felt he had to give grace. In order to see mercy, he needed to be merciful where his enemies were in his grasp. And finally, in order to see the love that he so desperately cried out for, his compassion for others must be of unconditional love, direct from the overflow of his heart.

And it was amazing to see someone so broken, and so incomplete be so graceful and generous; in his incompleteness, he was whole.

But by the grace of God...

The love that he gave was the eternal love that was gifted to him; poured out from the cross.

Unwavering and focused, he never looked anywhere else.

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Perhaps I won't blog often anymore...

LOL, Sarah.