I've watched them. Watched as they made an effort to encourage, draw in; even though they know what has been said behind their backs. Things said untrue. Things said for the world to hear.
Watched them invite, even though they have been taken aside and chewed out for things they knew not. Chewed out because someone needed to feel powerful in their own skin.
I've held them. Held as they cried because why do we have to keep trying when it doesn't do any good? Cried because it hurts deep within their sweet souls to see no change.
I've encouraged them. Encouraged them to grace.
Because it doesn't matter what others say. It matters what He says. And One Day He will talk to all of us, one by one, and tell us how much He loved when we graced.
And as I write, the water drops to the keyboard because I want to tell them they don't have to try any more. To grace any more.
Because One Day . . .