Make it through.

Tonight at church--the sermon was a hard 'pill' to swallow. It wasn't that it was deep, difficult or by any means 'condemning' us as sinners..it just dealt with some very difficult issues. I've realized the years may have passed but my wounds are still very raw.

...I held you as you cried as I thought to myself--I'd do anything if it were possible to take this pain away from you...seeing you hurt makes me hurt...the tears began to well up in my eyes. You know who you are--I want you to know just how much I care. I will be here for you, through thick and thin, holding your hand and praying for you.

I'll help you make it through--I promise