The heaviness of my heart lands on my fingertips today. I begin to move toward clarity yet the message that calls to be written hides behind a veil of obscurity.
So many times
Yet the redemptive power of the word saves my soul. Each word painstakingly chosen to craft a story of hope.
Hope is the answer for redemption. Calling on deliverance, writing can move shattered hearts in the direction of a lifeline.
Your words and mine may intertwine to reach the same objective, to free people to be who they were created to be. Dwelling on a hurtful past does not bring a good future. And the work of my spirit today is to share hope. A hope that carried me from harmed and harmful (to self) to helpful. The pain of the past does not need to build a wall.
Breaking down the barriers between harm and help redeems us all.
©Erika K Rothwell