My work is hard. Not physically, but emotionally. I work as an Outreach Worker for a prevention of abuse program. I hear stories from women who have never been able to share before. I hear disbelief- how did this happen to me? I hear shame- Its my fault, I keep going back. I hear despair- I can't make it on my own.
But more than these, I hear strength- I'm going to leave so my kids will be safe. I hear hope- I will make it. I hear value- He can't hurt me anymore.

If you're being abused, please ask for help. If you know someone who is being abused, let them know you are there for them. Listen, care, support. That's what I do...everyday. I love my job.

crafting words into wonder. Just these 6 words are lovely poetry. Dusky Light: Its still dark here, but the light of the yard light in the snow storm is beauty.  Surprising Reflection: As I stumble into the bathroom and look up from washing, there in the mirror is the reflection of a cross and a lighthouse reminding me of His presence. Lovely Shadow: yesterday's walk.