“Things that we love get broken.”
This was Mercy’s comment to me yesterday, and I think it came in response to her accidentally tearing part of her children’s Bible. She was struggling with the fact that she was doing what she should do with that book: read it, carry it with her, sleep with it. And yet those very things caused it to become worn to the point of actually tearing.
Things that we love get broken. Yes, my little one, your words are true.