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There’s this moment I’ll never forget. A friend of mine—let’s call her Sarah—was going through a brutal breakup. She showed up at my house, eyes swollen, clutching her Bible like it was her last life raft. We sat on the couch, and she whispered, “Do you think God even gets how much this hurts?” I didn’t have a perfect answer, but I opened my Bible anyway. And there it was—love, not as some Hallmark card sentiment, but raw, real, and relentles …