A Hiatus Always Ends

On July 10th I took a mis-step on my stairs and broke all of the bones in my ankle and ripped and severed the tendon from the same, broken bones.
For three months I have been in a recliner not able to walk.  Within the past week I have been granted freedom through a walking boot and a pair of crutches.  It is slow going, but I AM going!!!
Because of the injury, I was unable to get to my desk and to my computer.  All of my ministries and outreach groups  came to a slow trickle of "doing what I could".
Today I am at my desk and delighted to be picking up the reigns again.  Our little ministry here has had growing pains and heartache, but we continue on! For the world is made up of those that are hurting and desperate for a letter from their King.  We salt the Earth for Him, depositing His love letters where His chosen will "happen" upon them.
We leave our artwork, with the Gospel boldly proclaimed, in our supermarkets, libraries, rest stops and national parks. 
----------->But that is not enough, it never was enough, because the hurt and the broken live in our churches and in our daily  lives. Life is not easy and heartache is hard to swallow.  Those that have known the personal relationship of their Savior for decades, get discouraged and lonely, and need a "love letter". We reach out to women in local churches and in conferences with no apology...because a cemented smile doesn't always mean  "All is well with my soul" and Jesus is the only one that knows the heartache and brokeness that lives behind that fractured smile. 
We send leaks into the prisons, we hand them out to the homeless.  They go in battered women's supply bags and they go to nightclubs where shooters open fire.  They go to families that are hurting and grieving. They go, where He tells us to send them.
We are Salty Sidewalks and we are ready to greet the new day and the assignments that the Lord puts before us with zeal and a reckless abandon to love His world.