She sits again tonight, waiting. The hours of darkness seem never ending as the piercing wind shrieks through the eaves. Where is she tonight? Is she safe, alone, or even alive? Her mind searches the past trying to pinpoint exactly when things began to go wrong. Was it her fault? Was she a bad mother? Was there any hope left?
She sits in the dark corner of a crowded bar, feeling non-existent. Why did she feel as if she could disappear and no one would notice? She didn't really want to be here; another drink, another pill, another way to escape the shame and pain of the past. Will this insanity ever end? She feels hopeless.
We offer hope for the hopeless, healing for the wounded, and restoration for the broken.