your hands can heal, your hands can bruise

Being in contact with souls everyday is exhausting.

Some moments I feel rewarded and utterly blessed to have community, other moments I ache because of it. Knowing the struggles and sins of others hurts my heart and my head. I hate having no control or power to help or heal them. I know the cure, but they refuse to drink it down. 

I am thankful for my healthy friends who share a pursuit of Christ. I pray for my unhealthy friends who need my Jesus.

Absolutely nothing is hidden from God. Someday, all the darkness will be plunged into light. Personally, I don't want to see what is hiding there. 

Though I sit in darkness, the Lord will be my light. Micah 8:7