A Lament.

When we feel sad or worried, we pray. Sometimes we pray with words; sometimes we pray with tears. Sometimes our words and tears get mixed together into a lament, a song of grief. In times like that, we might feel broken. But we’re not. We might feel too tired to try to fix things. We can rest. In the morning, we can begin to set things right.

Big problems won’t get fixed overnight. But for anyone who gets anxious over broken things (Boykin!), know that the toy piano has been restored. It took some courage to pull it apart and some patience to put it back together.

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