I have a new email friend, a young mom who has been through a numbing breakage with her husband.
They have children who, of course, are getting broken in the process.
Regretfully, I am an expert in experiencing the numbing breakage.
Regretfully, my children are experts in brokenness recovery.
But, out of the ashes, I know what to share with my new friend.
There is a path to hope and recovery.
It is convoluted trajectory, sometimes more backward than forward.
It is painful and breathtakingly slow--that is, sometimes the rage and despair of the slowness will take one's breath.
However, I believe that minus the severity of my personal breakage, some at the hand of others, much at the hand of myself, I would not have been starving for strength.
Breakage--brokenness--sets us up for starvation.
Only starving people need to find food for healing.
Tomorrow: a picture of numbing breakage.
