I sat with a room of women in devastating pain. There were many watering eyes, including mine.

 

In my mind, I was quietly asking the Lord for His words because I know how even well-meaning words can be very wrong to grieving hearts processing trauma.

 

I have a great fear of the Lord today to handle hearts with tenderness, love, and care because each one I will be held responsible for by Him. He does not take lightly my responses, my words, or my heart posture with the broken.

 

I have never felt more privileged.

 

After the meeting was over, I couldn’t stop thanking the Lord for entrusting such precious ones to us.

 

I felt a deep honor to serve the Lord and His people. Truly, without Him, I can do nothing.

 

Walking through valleys with people allows you to see Jesus tending and mending hurting hearts. I can see Him through the tears. Through the “I don’t know if I can make its.” Through the wrestling of the “Why’s.”

 

He is there.

 

Listening. Loving. Leading. Hugging.

 

I’ve never considered what I do a “job.” It is my life’s work. But it is Heaven’s job assigned to me, and I will gladly fulfill it.

 

Glory to the Lamb who loves so deeply the broken. Glory to the Lamb who walks among us by His Spirit. Glory to the Lamb who comes to bind up wounds, heal broken hearts, and set captives free.

 

The Kingdom of God is here, friends.

 

Do you see it?