People are tender hearts like delicate tissue paper to handle with care in the prophetic. I really feel a strong burden for the pain caused by systems and structures where the value of the person and heart is not honoured and the rules or system or structure or agenda is more important. I wish I didn’t have to experience pain so deeply to be a voice for these things but I guess I wouldn’t write about it if it didn’t hurt enough to push me to, but I can love harder and that is the difference I want to encourage in others.
When you feel like you are always fighting with darkened words and views unkind, clothe yourself in my light and love. I am the one you look to from above, I see, I hear, I am near. My beloved don’t shed a tear, I know it hurts I hate to see you cry. It’s me you look for in their words, let me give them to another for you to taste my goodness.
