And we know it's never simple, never easy.

I hate that my life can relate to a Taylor Swift song.

I do not have anything against her, but as I drove home from Atlanta tonight I realized something.

The songs I connect with at the deepest level are painful, heart-wrenching melodies full of brokenness and tears.

I consider myself a happy person, but if what I listen to exemplifies a broken spirit, is that what I am?

Am I a broken spirit covered by a happy persona?

I think the answer is yes.

But to counter that, I think we're all broken.

I think we live in a recurring state of broken, hard-heartedness that is constantly searching for healing.

Which is why watching movies with happy endings is so appealing; they find healing in something.

But the movies do not show the rest of life. They only show a moment in time where desires aligned. The truth of the matter is, life goes on and we will inevitably be broken once more.

What is this healing, then? What is it that eases our pain, curbs our frustration, subdues our longing?

It is Him.

He fills spaces.

He takes the brokenness that each of us innately carry and with His touch, renews.

So even when the depths of my soul feel lost, small, sad or broken, He reaches for me and gives strength.

Brokenness is coming.

But so is His love.

Who would you call with your last goodbye?

What is it we strive towards?

As I sat on the plane a few days ago tens and thousands of feet above an abyss of ocean, I was suddenly stricken with the terror that something might go wrong. I had put all of my faith into a large piece of metal catapulted by a mathematical equation I did not grasp and piloted by someone I had never met.

Fear flooded my cheeks.

I thought about all the things I have yet to accomplish.

I thought about all the people I would miss.

All the people I hoped would miss me.

And I realized that none of it matters.

Then I became even more terrified.

If none of the things on Earth matter, why am I so attached to them? Why do I cling to them like they can keep me here just a little longer? Why do I let them keep space in my heart that should be filled with You?

All these things I believe to be so important could be ripped away if my plane falls.

And yet, even knowing they should not be where my heart lay, these things I cling to still were.

No longer do I want to be tied to the material things, these relationships, these competitions.

My heart should rest in You.

And when it does, the rest will satisfy itself.