A few days ago, I took the risk of telling a friend what’s really going on inside. When I finished, he looked me in the eye and said healing words. They were simple and clean and honest. He wasn’t trying to fix me or impress me or make me feel better or give me answers or nudge me in a different direction. He was simply saying that he understood.
His words are four days old now. I carry them around with me. They put wind in my sails. I think they’ve just begun to live.
“A word is dead / When it is said / Some say. / I say it just / Begins to live / That day.” Emily Dickinson
“Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the body.” Proverbs 16:24