When the Wolves Circle
by Jennifer Greene-Sullivan
Sis,
I have no platform for you to stand upon.
I have no money to give away.
So tell me—
Why have you run away?
Did I not love you well enough?
Did I not comfort you or offer my support when you needed it most?
Was my love only valuable when it had strings to offer you?
Gifts?
Status?
Provision?
Could it be that my Lord has stripped me of worldly standing—
so that all I am now is a woman standing in the bare bones truth
of my identity as a follower of Jesus?
I have nothing left to give you…
except Him.
And now—who is at the door?
Not the ones who came with open hands.
Not the ones looking to weep or worship.
No… now the wolves circle round.
I see them.
Not in flesh, but in spirit.
They sniff out weakness, misunderstanding, silence.
But I am not afraid.
Because I have been emptied for a reason.
I have been made low to stand in a place of pure obedience.
And if you’ve left because the world doesn’t see me as valuable anymore,
then maybe you never saw me through the eyes of the Spirit to begin with.
Still—
I bless you.
I forgive you.
I release you.
Because this house, this heart, this woman—
has already been bought at a price far greater than applause, comfort, or attention.
I am His.
Even when the wolves circle.
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