A Safe Place
Subscribe Free Today, while walking along a path through nature, I found a small bird struggling on the ground. Something had happened to one of its wings. I lifted it gently into my hands. I could not take away its pain. I could not undo what had happened or make it understand why it could no longer fly. There was very little I could do. Except give it a safe place. And perhaps there is something profoundly human in that. Every day, we encounter people with broken wings. They may still smile. Still work. Still laugh. Still appear strong. Yet we cannot see the roads they have walked, the wounds they carry, the losses they have endured, or the battles quietly unfolding within them. Sometimes we can help. We can offer a hand, an answer, a way forward. But sometimes there is nothing for us to fix. Except give them a safe place. A place where they do not have to be strong. Where nothing needs to be explained. Where tears need no apology and silence needs no words. Wher...