Pain is real.  It pulls us inward.  It lifts us up in order to dash us against uncompromising stone.  It tears.  It separates. It pushes past to punch out a gaping wound.  It plunges deep and twists its serrated edge…..Pain is real.

Hope is real.  It heals the tear. It undergirds weakened steps.  It brings together. It picks up and gathers each piece to its heart….. Hope is real.

Faith is real.  It is seeing what is and knowing more than what is seen. It is the bridge between pain and hope.  The path from what is to what will be…. Faith is real.

God is real.  The Object of faith.  The Master Builder.  The Elegant Creator.  The One who works the pain into hope and commands it to give birth to what is purely glorious…. God is real.


This worldly groaning is the precursor to joy. It’s distorted sound will be fined tuned into song and ALL THINGS, yes, all things will become new.  His hands work it all together for those who are His.  Then, He lets us dance in the warmth of His goodness and rest in the wisdom of His plan.

Because……Love is real.


About 2b14u

I'm just a person. A person who has learned a lot of truth in the darkest days of life. The truth that glimmered, flashed and at times broke through like a day's dawn all came from the hands of a mighty God. His light makes the darkness worth it. To know my background, visit my posts titled "Jack-in-the-Box" and "Jack's Still Jumping"- Feb. 2012.
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