The Book of Longings

by Sue Monk Kidd

It’s always a marvel when one’s pain doesn’t settle into bitterness, but brings forth kindness instead.”

No assurance, no platitude, no promise of God’s mercy. Just a stark reminder that death was part of life. She offered me nothing but a way to accept whatever came—Let life be life. There was a quiet relinquishment in the words.

“Enough, child. You’ve grieved enough. I understand he has abandoned you, but must you abandon yourself?”

When I tell you all shall be well, I don’t mean that life won’t bring you tragedy. Life will be life. I only mean you will be well in spite of it. All shall be well, no matter what.”