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Heartache

We have all experienced heartache. Our hearts feel empty, hollow, sometimes they feel filled.. but with emptiness and pain. There are different degrees and different depths, and different methods of comfort, of restoration, or healing.

Sometimes the heartache is brought on by a pang of regret, a flood of memories, the reality of a situation... and sometimes, often, it is triggered by loss. The loss of a dream, a chance, hope, joy, opportunity.

And the heartache that  leads us to a curl up into a small corner of our world, to a small dark space of isolation and of sobbing, heaving, clinging to small shards of life, of light, of hope -- the heartache that is associated with the loss of life. Whether it is of a friend, acquaintance, coworker, neighbor, or even a "stranger" that we have somehow grown connected to... this pain overwhelms us. And when it is the loss of family -- a grandparent, aunt or uncle, cousin, mother or father... child (whether young or old, or simply a heartbeat), there is something inside us that breaks and shatters and the absence of whatever that is threatens our joy and our light and the existence that we once knew so well.

I weep for all who had the pleasure of knowing and loving Ryan Cruz Saldana. My heart aches for his mother and father, especially. My heart aches for every parent who has ever had to deal with tragedy, with illness, with injustice that has caused them to say goodbye to their children. My heart aches for every reminder, every picture, every memory that will fill their hearts and minds.  And yet, I rejoice for those reminders, those incredible pictures, those unique and perfect memories that will begin to make way through every dark crevice and lonely space of this tragedy.  Ryan's joy will live on.

Please pray for this family. Ryan Collage 1
May God Almighty give them a peace that passes all human understanding. #RedBalloonsforRyan

http://diaryofanaddict.co/red-balloons-ryan/
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The LORD is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those whose spirits are crushed. Psalm 34:18


------- Here is another family that deserves our support and prayers. This child's story is beautiful and touching and tragic, yet, there is something so divine about the way his life and leaving have been narrated for the world.  This mother is remarkable. Because our God is remarkable.

http://bensauer.blogspot.com/

Pray for Ben Sauer

Ben received his miracle. I would like to think that he did not "lose" a battle to cancer... but that he won an eternity in heaven with his Loving Savior.

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