A Note From
Exhausted, beaten down and tired. The pressures of life.
Yesterday I had a short conversation with a woman and within seconds she had tears streaming down her face. I have rarely witnessed such a steady flow of tears.
I listened and did my best to understand and speak life into her soul. In some sort of way, I felt like that "little valve" on top of the pressure cooker that allows the steam to be released.
All I really did was listen, insert a little hope and, well.... just care.
May our lives be that little valve.
Proverbs 25:11 "A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in a setting of silver."