I saw her

I saw her tonight, walking down the street on the way to the tea shop, just as I was talking to Jesus about her, wondering how she was, where she was, what she was doing now.

We paused, walking opposite directions, and spoke for few minutes.

Her eyes made me sad. Tired, worn out on the stuff of life. Broken, empty even.

It was a strangely beautiful moment, seeing her, even though it made me sad. I'm praying still, perhaps with increased intensity.

Jesus, be with her. Pick up the pieces and knit together a heart that you love.