When someone you love begins falling away, the crack that forms in your heart feels unearned and unavoidable. Yet Scripture shows a God who sees, weeps, waits, and restores—inviting us to remain gentle, prayerful, and anchored in steadfast hope as we watch from the road.

There’s a moment—quiet, almost imperceptible—when we realize we’re not driving the restoration. We never were. The weight of grace finds us not when we’re sprinting toward holiness, but when we’ve stumbled face-first into the mud of our own limitations.