I remind myself of the reason we’re doing this in the first place. We can’t stand together, stably, unless we can first stand on our own, with God as our foundation.

What about the life you worked for over the past year and a half?” I demand, regaining traction. “Remember how much God worked in you to heal the hurt from your past? Remember how hard you worked to overcome what they did to you? You are loved, Sawyer, even if you can’t see it. God still chooses you.” My voice falters. “I still choose you

That rare, broken smile appeared, and something flipped inside of me. The layers of dust entrapping my heart scattered, leaving a clean slate.

No one cares until something bad happens. Shoot, most people don’t even care then.Oh, how much further from the truth could he have been? People care, my dear Sawyer. People care. But they often care too late.