Creation. Fall. Redemption.

I hate how the rug got pulled out from under me and Jacob. All the eternal, celestial closeness of two innocent souls who found a very best friend they'd been looking for since they'd left Father's presence. And it all fell out from underneath us. It was awful. I hated it so much. I so badly do not want to ever go through that again. But if I must, faith in Redemption is greater and deeper and more joy-creating than that is awful.