Love Them Through Their Pain

It was a cold December morning as I walked along the pasture.

The fence posts stood rigid and unyielding against the sky,

Seemingly oblivious to the sun,

which cast her warming rays upon us.

“Why do you resist the sun?” I asked,

But the posts remained silent.

Then the sun whispered softly in my ear,

“They hold the energy of those who have built walls around their hearts,

Those who have closed themselves off, believing they are unlovable.”

I paused, contemplating her words.

The moss clung to the posts like the burdens we carry—

Hurts and memories, intricately woven into our stories,

Wrapping around us like old, brittle vines.

“How can I help them?” I asked.

And the sun spoke ever so gently:

“Stand in the gap for them.

See them as their Creator sees them.

With unwavering belief in their light.

Let the warmth and compassion in your heart radiate toward them.

Touching them in ways that words cannot.

For even the coldest night gives way to the fire’s warm glow.

This is their journey—honor it with patience and respect.

Love them where they are.

For the time will come, as the seasons shift,

When the vines that encircle them will awaken and blossom.

And in their blossoming, they will discover hope,

And learn to heal themselves.”

Blessings, Valerie

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