To the broken hearted
This will feel like the end. And you will swear that this is the break that will finally kill you.
I promise that is only the shade of the sky before the breaking dawn. And you are not alone. You are under His watchful eye. In His loving care. He is the Doctor and you are His patient. This crucible isn’t your end. It is your polishing. Gold only burns to shine.
You must shed more of these chains. More of what binds you to this earth. Because you weren’t made for this world. You were made for the heavens. So you must rise. You will soar. But your wings must be free. And freedom requires struggle.
Rise up in hope, not despair. His promise has already come to pass. He has already saved you. The appoinment is set. But we must prepare and look our best, because on that day we’re not meant to just show up. We’re meant to shine.
— Yasmin Mogahed