I smile when I want to cry. I bite my lip from spilling too much because this probably isn't a good time.
Coincidentally, this very same trip, a very vivacious (and very in love with a guy named Josh) girl named Mercy turned to me in a Panera Bread on the day that our Jas married her Philip, and lovingly told me flat out and in no uncertain terms that I mattered. I immediately looked down at my napkin and fussed with it to hide the fact that I had instantly burst into tears. I had needed to hear that for a long time.
No matter how long it takes. No matter how the pain and questions and the way you won't have answers at the end.
He already knows my heart before I bring it!! I'm so thankful for this.