Sometimes life hits you in a way that makes you cry harder than you thought you could. The kind of cry where it feels like your soul is leaking out. But eventually, after the tears slow down and your breathing settles, you sit still and realize something. You’re still here. Still breathing. Still standing. You cried like you needed to, and now you’re okay. Not perfect. Not finished. But okay.

“As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.” Isaiah 55:10–11 (NIV) There was a season in my life when I felt like I was walking through a spiritual drought. I still believed