We just don't rescue their body, we rescue their Spirit!
Updated on June 4, 2015
Healing hands are what we bring, to this passion from our hearts; taking broken souls and frames, we try and heal their spirit. We take unwanted from their homes, and rescue ones from shelters; we lift alone ones off the streets, and turn lost ones into founds. With gentle care, love and food; these orphans learn that life has much more to give to them than harsh words, hurt and strife. They learn that hands can bring good things besides hard slaps and fear; that sweet caresses, cookies, and hugs come to them when they draw near. They learn that voices can be soft and not hurt their tender ears; the angry sounds that cut like knives are now gone - washed away like tears.
Sometimes it's hard for us to bear and continue on our way; frustrated there are no foster homes for the orphan who came today. We try and make room for one more within our home; our own pets sharing Mom and Dad with yet another sad face.
How can we cope from day to day with sad stories and most needed care? We, who have have been blessed to be given healing hands, who is it that heals us? Not surprisingly, our healing comes from above; and from these orphans' healing is the love that's given back to us, from the hearts these orphans steal.
Watching trust appear in eyes once so closed and shuttered in; and watching flesh appear on ribs of orphans who were so thin. Orphans who came, afraid to move for fear they might be kicked; meet prospective parents at the our door and wagging their tails and asking to be adopted!
When the time has come to let them go off to forever homes; we remember that between new lives and past, we are all their 'stepping stones'. The ones who come and can't be healed, their souls can't find peace; or broken bodies too far gone are to the Rainbow Bridge released.
This final gift that we can give is one given through our tears; release is given wrapped in our arms our love whispered in their ears. Smiling faces shining up, bright eyes filled with love; we'll know that they've been watching us, from their soft cloud beds above.
As we helped them in their lives, and taught them love and trust; they are now our 'stepping stones' - they've now rescued us!
In God we trust!
I looked at all the caged animals in the shelter...the cast-offs of human society. I saw in their eyes love and hope, fear and dread, sadness and betrayal. And I was angry. "God," I said, "this is terrible! Why don't you do something?" God was silent for a moment and then He spoke softly. I have done something," He replied. "I created you."