Broken lives…
Honest cries…
Healing starts, soars, limps…but still moves forward, with the grace He has shown.

Blessed to sit in the midst of survivors.
Sharing, reaching out, being the hands and feet of Jesus.
Showing love to others coming from the trauma and pain of being trafficked.

No judging…no check on politics…there’s no time in the streets for that.
Life stripped down to survival, to basics, to surviving, looking for those to help…others looking for those who will help.

Love, genuine love, reaching out.
Weak and weary, they seek Him out.
Strong and fierce they overcome.
Survivors of a struggle most could not imagine.

For each of us…we have the Healer available…no matter the hurt, no matter the battle.

Bask, bathe, be in Him.
Abide, rejoice…He is there, He is here…and always will be.

No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. [Romans 8:37-39 ESV]

Written as I was humbled during the first night of the Thistle National Network conference. For more context, see last week’s post.

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