I can’t remove it from my sight, the holes in her pants. I took a walk this day to enjoy fellowship, the beauty of nature and pray. I had an expectation of what my eyes would see, yet this day I saw holes. There she was sitting bearing her heart – listening, praying, encouraging and simply being. I leaned over to grab my pups leash that somehow got tangled around her. It was then I saw the holes…. small holes in the side of her worn pants. Insignificant, subtle, yet still holes.

Or maybe she just loved those pants, holes and all? We do get comfortable even with our holes. She had suffered and endured much with little to no covering. I would have never seen those holes had I not gotten closer to her nor taken the time to listen and see her. Those holes had nothing on her beauty but those holes pierced me. As sons and daughters of King Jesus we have a responsibility to the holes we see and the ones we do not. To gift with Gods love, our presence, care, and resources,… to provide for the holes we see in each other’s pants👖 and in our hearts.

Love Ashley Shuell, Journalist for Jesus 💗