I have written some, but published nothing. There just aren’t words most days for where I am right now. So I spend my days, quiet. No doubt God is working. But sometimes, it is just not the right time to speak. And so I don’t.
But if there is one thing that has been like a lighthouse to me in this season of torrential storms that don’t stop, it has been the reaching of a quiet few who just don’t stop reaching when I have nothing to say.
Their steadfast prayers bring me peace in the middle of the night, and even when I don’t have words, I know they have not thrown up their hands and walked away.
A very few.
And their “staying” is a healing gift I don’t even have words for.
I’m tired. Too tired to engage one more person who will just walk away when I don’t measure up to some idea they had about me. Tired of people who reach, but don’t intend to stay – people who are just passing through. Sometimes it has sent my heart right over the edge it was already on.
I won’t say more than that, but may I challenge you to read just one thing? It’s exactly what my heart would like to say, but can’t really find the right words for.
I’ve heard it said you can’t have a safe house (for trafficking survivors) until you are a safe person. This treasure was written by a truly safe person. I haven’t met too many. But she’s got it. And I hope many will read her words and be changed.
Because there are some wounds that just can’t be healed without this kind of labor.
And if there was one message I could shout from the rooftops to all of the anti-trafficking activists out there, it would be this: STOP. FOR. THE. ONE. And she gets it.
So read it. Here’s the link again, in case you missed it: The Catch and Release Ministry