When circumstances cut us down at the knees and we want to scream and call foul, we actually can choose what happens next.
Grief at Christmas is hard. But Christmas is for your grief.
So much can happen over the span of 365 days, but on every single one of those days, the sun rises with God’s new mercies.
His eyes are on us—on all our ups and downs, swayings and churnings—and He gives us His steadfast love as a hope-filled constant.
To the girl who wants to give up, know this . . .