One of my houseplants was dry and drooping this morning, so I watered it. In an hour or so, it will perk up again. That’s what happened to me yesterday when a friend listened.
“Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort, of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keeping what is worth keeping and then, with the breath of kindness, blowing the rest away.” Dinah Maria Craik
Father, thank you for giving _____ a listening heart. From 1 Kings 3:9