So today I am back in the mountains of a beautiful country where the snow capped pines are getting heavy from the weight of the snow. The crisp clean air smells fresh and the tranquility is addicting. But I did not sleep well last night as there was one child moaning softly through the night. Although we are learning to communicate through hand signals and language lessons that I get from the Monks....there is something so heavy on his heart that no words need to be spoken. It is easy to feel his pain if your heart is compassionate.
But...the really question is....how can I help this small boy know that he is safe now and that he is protected? Will he ever live without the fear? More importantly, what is my place in his healing...assuming his will to live surpasses the agony in his heart.
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