There She Was

Today after church, Tensey pulled in to park at a restaurant for lunch. As I went to get out of the car, I was able to see into the parked car next to us.

There she was. A woman, sitting in the front seat of her car—sobbing.

She went on to drop her head into her hands in total despair.

She was alone.
She was broken.
And she was so lost in her own sadness that she did not even notice me looking at her.

I did not move, but watched her for several seconds.

I know that kind of pain.

I have no idea who she was or what her pain was. But my heart broke for her.

In today’s world of perfection and image, this reminded me again that everyone has a story; everyone has battles. Today it was her crying in the car alone, tomorrow it may be me, or it may be you.

Nothing changes people like pain. Nothing.

But, I am so thankful for a Savior who suffered and pressed into His pain, knowing ultimately that He would conquer pain and death.

So there is also joy.
And there is hope.
And there is love.