I am moving away from my normal blog style tonight.
Felt the need to write something that was pressing on my spirit triggered by a season and time.
I hope for my readers it is not to difficult to share~
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A writing…
So many wounded and broken ones in a crowd so large.
Look around… and listen… Look around and see… With the eyes of Jesus.
If it was possible for us to see their aching hearts we could touch their pain~
But in the process of reaching out we scare them away for touch was not an inviting gesture in their day to day’s events.
We cautiously say “we care” and hope that it does not get interpreted as…
“I want something from you.”
We say to them “we will listen” but we know it will take great patience for words are difficult to process and say…
when the wounded ones were supposed to be quiet and never share.
Recovery is slow. Recovery means to move with caution.
Layers upon layers have to be pulled back and healed.
It is a slow ‘Holy Spirit’ moving of a soul
gently tugging and healing the broken heart…
reaching in and bringing peace to a ‘fragile’ place inside to the one who is hurting.
What was once thought to be ‘dirty’ becomes redeemed.
What was once thought to be ‘broken’ becomes whole.
The fatigue of holding in so much lays heavy on ones heart.
It is like a thick blanket smothering the life out of the one walking without a soul…
into the world where everything looks normal.
The ability to pretend becomes more and more less able.
Words cannot come out unless invited.
Words cannot come out unless one is ready.
Words cannot come out unless there is safety.
Prayers are needed for the wounded ones to share.
Prayers are needed for the ones who are listening.
Prayers are needed for hearts of compassion
to sit and hear and not judge or get angry…
in the presence of the broken fractured one
who could be sharing a story for the first time.
Only God can do this work of miracles.
Only God with spiritual hands can reach in and touch~
the broken hearts and souls of the wounded ones.
Church…
A place where the wounded ones can come to the altar without fear…
and be healed.
Church…
A place where the gentleness of Jesus can place an arm across the shoulders of those who fear and don’t understand the gentleness.
Church…
A place where lives can be restored and renewed and
the broken negative tapes in confused heads
can be replaced with praise and worship ones.
Church…
A place where destruction can be replaced with value
and discontent can be restored with hope.
So many wounded ones in a crowd so large…
Look around and listen… Look around and see…
And ask yourself…
Are we willing to be the eyes and hands and feet of Jesus
to a world so desperate for healing.
