Overwhelming joy or is it a place of pain? She sits and cries and lets it all out. Only God sees her, feels her pain. He looks deep into her hurt, there is shame in her tears. He looks for the future joy in them. She hurts and is heavy and no one offers her truth, the bridge of healing, the hand of grace. A sad bitter, bitter heart is being touched, and no one helps her see the One. The Lover, the God of Grace. What does He think? What way will He use? He is big enough, bigger than us and our ways. Big enough for her. Arms wide, preparing for the embrace. He waits for her sorrows to fade, and then her joy begins.