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As I come to know these fine people, they share with me more of their personal and sensitive stories. Their collective story is what I am trying to share with you as my way of breaking the stereotypical beliefs that exist. "Blog names" have occasionally been given to me by the person whose story I am telling. Names are never their actual names and wherever I can do so, I might use the opposite pronoun (his/her, etc.) just to help increase their privacy.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

The Broken Hug

Yesterday as I was listening to a woman's heart break about the tension in her relationship with her equally addicted boyfriend of several years, towards the end of our chatting, I asked her if I could give her a hug. She said yes and sunk her head into my chest and wrapped her arms around me as a broken daughter would hug her father and as if she were completely defeated. I realized in that moment that I had received this same hug from several different women in recent weeks who find themselves homeless and addicted. This is not a happy hug. It is a sad hug. It is a completely defeated hug. It is a hug that says of the giver, I have nothing left.  It is a broken hug.

This is where we have an opportunity as Christians to bring light and hope into a broken life.

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