it hurts.

My heart hurts tonight.

... it hurts because His Heart hurts...

The hurt comes only from this world. The darkness is heavy today... it was heavy yesterday... it was heavy 8 years ago... 13 years ago... 2000 years ago...

... the heaviness doesn't disappear; some days I [unconsiously] choose to ignore it. But today I cannot, and I will not.

His Heart hurts, causing my heart to hurt... my heart hurts, causing His Heart to hurt. It's a beautiful cycle. To know Him, really know Him, is to fall into the center of His Heart. To be at the core, experiencing the storm with Him; the pain and the saddness... that is when He is known.

To know God is to know His heart.

Yet, joy presses through the storm... joy, reminding us, that our God is bigger than this world.

That is Enough.

Still, the darkness remains heavy. My heart hurts... His Heart hurts.

(... the death of Tim... seven high school classmates... thousands of strangers in New York... students from Littleton, Colorado... death in the Middle East... in Oklahoma City... students and professors from Virginia Tech... )

The darkness is heavy.

Our hearts hurt...

a [joyful] hurt.