Hey friend!

Don't worry. This too shall pass. And you will find a way. You will look up at the stars and feel the breeze caress your cheek and ruffle your hair. You will feel glad to be alive.

Why don't you kick the clutter and dump it in the gutter? (Yes, yes, I'm a fine one giving you advice, but for whatever it's worth, friend, take it).

Right now I can't think of anything to write of note that is so beautiful or lyrical or so moving or so inspirational. All I can do is hope for you.

One day I will tell you a story. A story that demonstrates that He forgives even fools (me) and gives them the nth chance to lead a happy life. One day you will find that life is indeed rich and its tapestry so wondrous that you wouldn't have it any other way. Your tears are the heavy rains that the field of Life has been soaking up. They may mist your eyes, but they also clear it and give it a sparkle. Your life is yours and your experiences, however heart wrenching, yield the fruits of your labour. Yes, they make you You. You are the fruit of all that labour of love and longing and grief and darkness and brief moments of happiness. So dear friend, just let her go. And hold your head high. And soak up the sun. And the stars. (Please).

'Look at the stars, look how they shine for you,
And everything you do' (Coldplay - Yellow)