One day while I was watching my daughter play, I realized that she no longer asked me to play with her. It hit like a ton of bricks straight to the chest and robbed me of my breath.
As I lay in my Washington, D.C. apartment bedroom pitifully staring at the ceiling, tears flowed into my ears (a sensation I hate). Then I heard a voice.
“God, your God, will restore everything you lost; he’ll have compassion on you; he’ll come back and pick up the pieces from all the places where you were scattered.” – Deuteronomy 30:3