Broken.

The world is broken. Obviously. And I am so ready for Jesus to come back I can't even begin to explain it. My heart longs for his return, and to be living in his presence with the body of believers. Selfishly, I have asked him multiple times to come back "right. now." over the past few days. Seeing my own brokenness and that of other people is so hard, and quite honestly, painful.

But, God is the ultimate healer. He loves, cares, and gives grace to us when we don't deserve it. I am thankful that I have the opportunity to wake up, get ready, and have my cup of coffee. I am thankful that I have roommates that I love and that love me back. I am thankful for my Allie, who came to intentionally pour into me. (And by intentionally, I mean she wouldn't let me ask about her. I could only talk about me.) And while I'm at it, I'm thankful for my girls in my small group, who laugh and giggle and encourage me through that. My Lyss, who will drink coffee any time of the day with me. My Virg, who will let me flop on her day bed and make me yummy orange tea. My Rachel and my Rachael my other Rachel, that are just wonderful parts of my day. My Katie, who answers when I call her to just talk. My Melissa who pours into my life.

This post has gone a completely different direction than I was planning. But whatever. I write a lot about the people that I care about. And rightly so. I care about them. These women are part of my life, and I think the world of them. Good thing I write for myself.