Something remarkably beautiful has occurred to me, as I dwell on the negative trend line of my faith, on my attempts to reach out for hope and for healing and how they have been fruitless or disregarded. In every case where someone who claims to be real provides hollow support. Every time I was used and discarded. Every time my suffering was a point of intrigue or a happening rather than a prompt of ministry. Every time the rending of my soul was a learning experience rather than the pain of a beloved in Christ. God was there. He saw every word borne of sorrow. He saw the tears of my spirit, soul, mind, and body in complete neglect. He saw the pain. He saw it, and He will hold them accountable. When their soul departs their body, they will stand before Him. They will stand and answer to the Most High God for what they have done. No doubt, I will account for my many sins, I will attest to far greater evils than they did. But my hurt will not be ignored. God will make the wrongs right. He will be my avenger. He will make them give account for what they did. He will wipe away every tear. He will make it right. He will make things new. It's already been decided. I don't have to dwell in sorrow and hurt as to why such a thing has happened to me. God has seen it. He has taken note. He will make it right. He will make it right. He will make it right.