I read this in a book this morning:
“We must understand this about the person who crosses our path: One more injection of rejection could be their fatal dose. Refuse to give it.” ~ Melanie Hemry, A Healing Touch
I thought of a young man that my husband and I see at one of the local shops we frequent. He doesn’t look like the other boys. He doesn’t talk like the other boys. He doesn’t dress like the other boys. He appears to be someone on the outside looking in. The other day he had injuries to his face, including a black eye. His head hung low. He didn’t look up. My heart cried for him.
While the injuries to his body seemed to be those that would heal quickly and leave no sign that they were ever there, it appeared that there were deeper wounds. Wounds that you could not see. Wounds that may not disappear so quickly. Wounds that may not heal without leaving a scar on his soul.
Jesus came to heal the broken-hearted.
For God did not send the Son into the world in order to judge (to reject, to condemn, to pass sentence on) the world, but that the world might find salvation and be made safe and sound through Him. (John 3:17, Amplified)
For God so greatly loved and dearly prized the world… (John 3:16, Amplified)
God greatly loves and dearly prizes every person we come into contact with. Let us too love them and prize them as He does. Let us love their lives back from the from the pit and the pain.
…You have loved back my life from the pit of corruption and nothingness, for You have cast all my sins behind Your back. (Isaiah 38:17, Amplified)
Wounds that may not heal without leaving a scar on his souls…
Powerful…too powerful for words