Silence is not Weakness

Yes, I saw it.  I heard it.  I discerned it.  It pinched my heart, but I kept it moving and didn't say a word.

Many can say the same.  Am I right?

What kept us silent?  Love, seeking peace, wisdom, forgiveness, and grace.

But dear one, here's a warning: Never ever mistake silence for weakness.  Many have learned that the hard way.  They crossed a line that let loose something they couldn't handle.

Bottom line: Treat people right.  Treat them like you want to be treated.  Sound familiar?

God help us!  🙏🏽

❤


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