The only comfort in heartache is the confidence in knowing that God’s hand is in it. He allowed your heart to break. He willed your dreams to be crushed. He took away all the things you loved and sometimes even the people you love.
There is comfort in that because He allowed this to happen.
For what? I don’t know.
Sometimes we might never know.
But He does. Maybe He’s creating a muse to bring that thing out of you. Maybe He’s preparing you for something else, maybe its better. Or maybe it’s just different.
Work in progress…