Neglect does not always bruise the skin, but it always bruises the soul.
It looks like a child whose laughter fades into silence because no one ever leaned in to listen.
It sounds like a tiny heart learning that tears are inconvenient and joy must earn its place.
It feels like the emptiness that lingers when love was present in duty but absent in delight.
Lack of nurture, unspoken affirmations, and withheld blessings have left an emptiness I've spent a lifetime trying to fill.
That child grows up. Now we are the adult who flinches at kindness, who struggles to trust, who longs to be held yet fears being seen.
Their wounds whisper through generations, not because they are wicked, but because pain unhealed finds another vessel to inhabit.
Our wounds whisper through generations, not because we are wicked, but because unhealed pain finds another vessel to inhabit. What we’ve judged, we become.
Every “I’ll do it later,”
Every “Stop bothering me,”
Every time we choose our phones over their stories, we teach them that connection is not worth fighting for.
If we long to heal a generation, we must begin by seeing — truly seeing — the one before us.
Listen when they speak.
Hold them when they tremble.
Say sorry when you fall short.
Be the safe place you once needed.
Love is not convenient. Love costs time, attention, humility, and grace.
Yet only love has the power to break the curse of neglect.
📖 "Above all things — have fervent love for one another, for ‘love will cover a multitude of sins.’" — 1 Peter 4:8 (NKJV)
💡Reflection:
Whose voice in your life might need to be heard today — a child, a friend, or perhaps your younger self?🤔
How can you embody love that listens, heals, and restores rather than reacts or withdraws?🤔
What does being present look like for you this week?🤔
🙌🏻 Prayer:
Lord Jesus,
Teach me to see as You see. Open my heart to the quiet cries I’ve overlooked and the little ones — young or grown — still longing to be known. Help me to love without haste, to listen without defence, and to bring Your healing presence into every place I dwell. May the curse of neglect end with me, and may Your love write a new story through my life.
In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
Mittwoch, 15. Oktober 2025
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