I am thankful for the trespassers. for those who dared breach my walls gently but firmly, who passed through my locked doorways carrying candles, determined to do no harm, determined to raise me from the dead.
There have been times in my life, and we are living in one of those today, I believe, when I needed someone to push past my own walls and self-limitations with gentleness and love, so I could become more, better, stronger.
The gentleness and love are just as important as the persistence, I have learned.