Ecclesiastes 3:11
“He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.”
He is God in the mourning,
God in the mending.
But He is also God in the sacred, fragile in-between—that tender space where wounds are no longer raw, yet the healing feels so far away.
You ache for restoration,
yet grief still lingers heavy on your soul,
its weight pressing against your every breath.
This season of waiting, this holy lament,
it feels endless, but even here, He is God.
He is God of the pause,
God of the longing, God of the trembling prayers whispered through tears.
In this in-between, He holds you with the same hands that mend,that comfort, that restore.
You are not forgotten.
You are not forsaken.
Even in the quiet ache of this moment,
He is here.
And He will not leave you.
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