They are the ones who cry when I share pieces of my story.
They are the ones who bolster me up when I think I've hit bottom.
They are the ones who send unexpected notes and even gifts just to let me know they believe in my value as a person.
They are the ones who tell me over and over again I am worthy.
They are the ones who stay even once they know all the horror.
They are the ones who understand I didn't "let" the bad guys do it. That it isn't a reflection of my character that terrible things were done to me.
They are the ones who continue to listen and don't ask, "How long is this going to take?"
They are the ones God has put in my path to be His hands and feet and ears and eyes, and sometimes even His mouth, whispering words of love and encouragement to me.
They are my compassionate witnesses.
linking up with Five Minute Friday
I love how the "compassionate witnesses" are the hands & feet of God. Visiting from Five Minute Friday.
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