Missing Her.

Two weeks ago, I narrated about the missing her part. Something in me is changing. Something in me is wrenching me to crying tears in missing her so badly it hurts. Whether it was because of the comfort of a friend near that allowed me to completely unravel, let down my walls, and just mourn.... Or if something new is upon me, I do not know. But I miss her so much that my mind rehearses David over and over...

"My tears have been my food day and night" Psalm 42:3

I cry over lots of things, but the last week, missing, needing her is the epitome of my brokenness.