"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken.
If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin
of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable." ~ CS Lewis
Wrung(verb): to twist forcibly, to affect painfully by or as if by some contorting or compressing action, to distress.
Wrung is a good description of the state of our hearts. The day our special visitor left us, was one of the hardest of my life. I am choked up as I write this. I never felt compelled to host, because I knew it would be so hard to say goodbye. I truly had no idea of the depth of the grief we would feel. That being said, I wouldn't trade those 5 1/2 weeks to escape that pain. We cherish every moment we had this summer, and although our hearts are wrung, they are not broken! We are working as hard and as fast as we can to bring our boy home. Forever. It's what carries me through the intense ache in my heart. Please join us in praying earnestly.
