I have two very dear friends, both male, both going through similar struggles, both brokenhearted. I consider it a blessing to be able to be there for them, to try as best I can to give them strength, hope, and faith, to support them and just love them.
Both have expressed the same sentiment - "If I can't her, I don't want anyone, I don't want to live."
This breaks my heart, because both these men are so good, so kind, so loving, so deserving of every happiness. But I understand all too well how hard it is to have faith in God's plan when your own plans get ripped away.
At the same time, I want to yell and scream and pull my hair in frustration. No one has ever loved me half so much as these men love their respective women! How is it that I can still believe myself to be so worthy of love, yet they can't!
And then I laugh at myself, and chide myself for my selfishness. I know that God has plans for me beyond my comprehension. I know that I am meant for happiness.
But if I could give that faith away, I would. If there was any sacrifice I could make to bring joy to those I love in their times of struggle, no price would be too high.
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