Recently I have entered into an interesting season contending for breakthrough. As an intercessor some seasons can be more intense than others. A week ago words flooded my mind as I put pen to paper. The words were from the perspective of the individual(s) I had been praying for.
This is not what I normally share but perhaps you may feel led to pray for the thousands just like this. Rise up and foster, adopt and step up to love kids in abusive situations.
“Your words hit me like a ton of bricks in my gut. Your neglect and words beat me until I can no longer breathe.
Better had you hit me with your fists. Better had you slammed my head into the door. At least with those bruises others who could save me would see. Better had you given me welts on my skin so that teachers, pastors, counselors and friends could document my pain. If you had only hit me physically, I would already be safe at my loving home.
But you choose to injure my heart and torture my soul. By your words and neglect you leave me for dead. I have to live by myself surrounded by wolves hoping I can stay safe enough where I am.
I am so close to safety. I am so near to love. Every chance you get it gives you pleasure to rob me of those two gifts.
Why won’t you let me go?”
It is a sad reality if one is wishing to be beat in hopes of someone noticing other forms of abuse.
To all those suffering like this we call you safely home. We call you into arms ready to love and care for you. You are loved.
LL&CB 
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