The text read, “Do you mind if I come home for a little bit today? I’m struggling.”

Halfway done teaching my YogaFaith class, my heart started beating hard as I read the text.

I was sure the class could see my heart pounding through my t- shirt.

With sweaty hands, I immediately responded back to him, “Of course, darling.”

The law of the Lord is perfect, refreshing the soul.The statutes of the Lord are trustworthy, making wise the simple. Psalm 19:7

She came to me with tears running down her face. I told her to sit down on my bed and tell me what was wrong.

Hesitantly, she spilled her heart out to me. Desperately trying to mend the pieces of her little heart back together, I told her how much I loved her and that it would be okay.

Inept, unequipped, and completely out of words, I just sat with her, held her close, and let her cry.

The text came through and I just stared at it.

What? Why? How? When?

I swallowed hard and gripped the phone with both hands as if I could squeeze the words away and let them not be true.

How much more, Lord? How much more bad news can we take?