Pain in the Midst of the Sunsets

No words cannot describe, no poetic word sequence can be written. Nothing can help describe the silence. It's watching a sunset on a broken heart. Letting it heal but also letting it bring on another day. Another day that your not used to. Instead of ending each night with peace, you anxiously dread another tomorrow. A tomorrow full of life, storms, laughter, and tears. A tomorrow that brings the next path. A path that no one wants to walk down. I realized following God in these moments is letting go of life and mourn. Cry it out. Let him carry you into the rugged journey. It's letting yourself feel helpless with trust in Him and be okay with it. Hopelessness try's to make a breathable moment unbreathable. It try's to make you feel like life will always be this way. But it's okay. Life is this way. The journey/this storm/ this leg of the path may be filled with hopeless after hopeless moments. The wind may be knocked out of you each time. It's okay. In one moment you are mourning and the next small gap may be a beautiful sunset. A sunset that is filled with storm clouds and the very thing you are morning. Our pain will hurt, but God turns it into beauty. In these moments we can see the beauty of our pain like a sunset. 

In these moments we are reassured that He is near. He is constant. He literally hears our prayers.