One fabulous Thinker

Everyone needs a safe space to deal with their pain — before anything else. I want you to know my heart before you read a single word of this. I have been in pain. Real pain. The kind that sits in your chest like a stone, that wakes you up at three in the morning, that makes you question everything you thought you knew about love and family and belonging. And in the middle of that pain, I didn't need a sermon. I didn't need five steps to healing. I didn't need someone to remind me that God has a plan. I needed someone to sit with me. And I found her. A dear friend who never once tried to fix me. She just listened. She let me vent, let me cry, let me say the hard and ugly things that had been locked inside for too long. And when she spoke, she didn't come with advice. She simply said,  "I get it. I understand. I know why you're hurting. And I know who you are." That was it. That was everything. We always ended those conversations the same way me say...