He heals the broken in heart,
and binds up their wounds.
He counts the number of the stars.
He calls them all by their names.
– Psalm 147, WEBBE
How do you move on? You move on slowly, awkwardly, unwillingly. You move on not with your whole heart, but with all the broken pieces of you.
You try to be brave. You listen to what other people say. But no matter how courageous you are, and no matter what words of wisdom you’ve learned, none could ever take away the pain from your heart.
So you live each day not knowing how you’re going to live through the next. Sometimes all you have are hours of survival. Sometimes mere moments of hope.
Gradually, you heal. Not entirely, but in part. Each broken piece being mended. Each painful memory being healed.
Eventually you make it through more and more days. But though you’re able to stand again, it doesn’t mean that you stand without tears in your eyes.
You really don’t know how you even got to where you are. It’s as though you have just let the waves carry your helpless soul.
But you are grateful for each grace. And you pray. And you continue to hope. Ever so awkwardly, you move on.
“When pain is to be borne, a little courage helps more than much knowledge, a little human sympathy more than much courage, and the least tincture of the love of God more than all.” -C.S. Lewis