They will tell you there is something wrong with you. They will be right. There is something wrong with you. How else could you have learned to listen? If you didn’t have something misplaced, why would you ever need to yearn for the boundless? If you had not broken open, why would you ever have to wail? 

This very brokenness has brought you to your knees. Which is what we were waiting for. The moment when you would no longer have enough of this world to satisfy you. The moment when you would long for something that is not of this world. And you would cry out, for mercy, for peace.

We will show you how we enter the places that are hurting. Whispering into your heart, my dear, my dear. We do not put you back together again, not this time. Because there are no back and forwards anymore. It’s better we don’t change a thing. That way, when you cry out, your cries will contain everything.