“Our hearts of stone become hearts of flesh when we learn where the outcast weeps.” 

 Brennan Manning from Abba’s Child: The Cry of the Heart for Intimate Belonging

It is Friday, my favorite day of the week. Today is the day I join Kate Motaung and others, where we come together and write five minutes, on one word.

Today’s word: SAFE  

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Wind howled across the ridge, battering all which stood in its path. I was burrowed deep between layers of down, warm and safe, yet sleep alluded. I picked up my phone, scrolling, searching for Friday’s word.


It’s on the nights I lay warm, snug and safe, I think of those who, whether by choice or forced by circumstance (it is not for me to judge), who are not safe. Huddled underneath newspapers, cardboard, and tattered blankets.

There’s a loop leading into the heart of our quaint southern town. In my life before P.O.T.S., I ran this loop countless times. Passed by as city officials rousted out the homeless and broken. Watched as they gathered there meager possessions, stuffing them into a bag.

My heart of flesh wept as I passed them by. I ran to my car, drove home on a heated seat. Stepped into a warm shower, headed out the door with hot food and coffee in my hand. In the busyness of my day, my heart turned to stone.

They faded in the cracks of society where they would remain unseen, seeking safety in the light of day.

I often saw them huddled inside the Library’s warmth reading a book.

I don’t have the answer. I wish I did. I wish I could tell you I helped in some small way, short of a kind smile and a whispered prayer.

The question I have to ask myself, is what small thing I can do to impact their lives?

“Then those ‘sheep’ are going to say, ‘Master, what are you talking about? When did we ever see you hungry and feed you, thirsty and give you a drink? And when did we ever see you sick or in prison and come to you?’ Then the King will say, ‘I’m telling the solemn truth: Whenever you did one of these things to someone overlooked or ignored, that was me-you did it to me.'”

Matthew 25: 37-40 The Message

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