Rachael Newham

Once in a while, you realise that there are people in your life that have changed you. For me, the people that have changed me most considerably, are those who saved me, who held me and those for whom I have had the privilege of doing the same. Those people who I have shared the both the best and worst of times, days of elation and devastation. The ones who I have seen shiny eyed and smiling and shaking with silent sobs. Someone once said that the people who help to put your heart back together use a bit of their hearts to fill the cracks that grief has left in your own. It’s one of those things that gives value to surviving the hardest times. Often I wonder about the places that only God has seen and reached, when you are shown the heart of God and it seems to swell with love. I am ashamed to say that sometimes I forget that it is God that reached into the deepest and darkest parts of my heart, filling it with His love. When I do remember, I feel nothing but awe – for the God I love and for the people he gave me so that my survival has value, not only because he ordained it so, but because people show me everyday that they love me and that God is Love; perfect and holy.