It starts up as a bleeding wound, itchy and burny, but then it grows and grows and grows and winds up as the roar of a lion deep within my gut.
Inextricably woven with your soul, my heart cannot pretend to not see the depth of your pain. I cannot put you on the shelf. You are a part of me.
So the roar grows within until it simply must come out, filled with hatred, and love and fight and majesty. How dare he use his words to crush this one I love, whoever he is? I will stand up to him and convince my sweet friend that he is only a liar, and a cheat, and not worth listening to.
How dare he dig that knife so deep within her soul? I will fight back with words of grace and life. I’ll remind her of truth and soothe open wounds, applying ointments of peace until healing comes.
How dare he act like there are no second chance and life is all over for her? I will believe in her with my very last breath, and I’ll convince her of her worth. I’ll let my actions speak of hope, and of kindness until she sees that she indeed has a future.
How dare he convince this precious one that life isn’t worth the fight? I will hug and tickle and kiss and hold on tight until she knows that love conquers all.
Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann
#494 A good phone call from my mom in Europe
#495 Roses in the winter
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