I woke up this morning feeling something I don't like. It's gnawing at me as I write this. I woke up feeling just a small amount of compassion for the man who hurt us; the man who brutally and unapologetically abused my girls. I don't want to feel this. He by no means deserves it. I want to hate him.
But more than that, I want to please Jesus.
I am trusting Him with this process. I know He knows where he is taking us and it's bigger than all of this pain and it's bigger than all of this trauma. He is taking us to a place of healing and restoration.
I won't lie, it hurts. It's the hardest thing I have ever gone through. I wouldn't wish this pain on my worst enemy.
But I trust God.
None of what happened will define any of us. None of it will be wasted.
This is just the beginning for us. Our greater days are ahead (Haggai 2:9).
My heart's desire is that lives will be changed because of the story we tell and to one day say it was all worth it.
