Suppose tonight is the moment held from eternity's edge to the palm of God's hand.

Suppose the walls begin to fall, not with spectacle, but with the steady sound of mercy entering the room.

Your story may not be finished; it may be gathering itself for a beginning you could not yet imagine.

The Shepherd may already be guiding you through shadow, teaching the valley how to open toward light.

If love is wider than your knowing and grace slower to anger than your fear, then the broken heart is not beyond repair.

Stand in that possibility for a moment, and ask what you would do if it were true.