I didn't want to look into her eyes, but I wanted to look into her eyes. I knew if I did, I'd see the scars of the dark seasons of life, that make her what she is today and that make her what she is today, that I admire so much. She's so strong and yet sometimes frail. So brave and yet at times so afraid. Her strength is strength I desire for myself, because I am weak.
She meant every word. She knew no platitudes.
No shame in her tears, she made one simple plea: "His grace is sufficient for you too, child".
Do you know who I'm talking about? I bet you do, you know her too.