Best, Worst Day

Wasn't any other Sunday... my Community Group agreed to join T and me at Dallas Life. It was so fun to introduce them to all of our friends there. In the middle of the service, Iris asked T if they could talk. He knew. HE KNEW it was over. Watching him stress and process was utterly heartbreaking. I told him he could have Holt come and get him. He chose to stay. I told him how much I loved him. We all prayed. We got home, and it was done. No real reason and I think that was the most painful part. I don't know if she just couldn't tell him why... or if she didn't know. He left with friends. A few hours later, he called me utterly devastated. Driving (very unsafely btw) and I begged him to pull over and I would take an Uber to him and drive the car home. He threatened terrible things. When he got out of the car, his very tall, very broken heart just fell into my arm. He cried for hours, and I begged God to take it away. he didn't. But...