To my broken brothers and sisters,
Just Wishing... I wish that I could pour healing words into you, reaching to the bottom of your soul. Like a cup of warm cocoa on a cold winter's day, the warmth goes in your belly and straight down to your toes. I wish I could cover you in love like a grandmother's quilt keeping you safe and warm at night— like a caring embrace, that takes away the shivers. I want to take away the aching pain that naws at your weary soul. I want to wipe away the tears that you hide and soothe those wounds that cut so deep inside. I have a mothering heart, it hurts to see the pain I cannot mend. I don't want to look away, I don't want to act like all is well and play pretend. I see your hurt, I see your heart, and I want you to know that you are loved. If it's all I have to give, it's this knowledge from above, that God sees it all and God feels it too. This is the way that I can feel for you. I pray that y