The worst kind of wounds are the ones that leave no visible marks.
The wounds deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.
I have been pondering on that scene at the rail track at Kubwa…
Was she really stuck or was it a deliberate (pre-meditated) move?
That split second when she opened the door, did she change her mind?
We may never know the true story.
But whatever it is, may she find rest.
May we always have the grace to keep holding on.
May we find a glimpse of hope when our strength fails.
May we not make absolute decisions when all odds seem to be against us.
May the universe give us a hug when we need it most.
May God make our burdens lighter.
Amen.
