I made it to the store this week to purchase a few cards. I had to make a list. I purchased 5 sympathy cards, 2 cards for healing, and 2 cards for encouragement. The 5 sympathy cards were unrelated to each other. This week, I learned of two more friends receiving an unfavorable diagnosis.
Last month, I went to a funeral for a woman engaged to be married with an 21month old son.
There is a jet plane missing for 2 weeks now with 239 people aboard.
Russian leaders are puffing out their chests and returning to "invade and conquer" mindsets.
Syrian refugee children are starving.
We strain in our prayers for the joy of our own salvation, yet it is amazing grace that pierces the darkness to awake us every morning.
Some days...many days, the encourager needs encouraging.
And I sit, and I wait on the Lord. And I know I need to write it out tonight...that encouragement.
Where does my help come from?
He pops in with his daddy, that little 3 year old that smiles shyly tonight because he's a tired little guy, playing t-ball and such. I do get a hug, and it lingers and it is soft with cookie crumb kisses.
I prayed with my own son this week, if only for a few seconds; my heart saw a new horizon and a mountain seemed a little smaller.
And God's Word is there; THE Encourager of a soul needing a jump. It seems I let the engine run with the radio on and just can't get it to kick over. He reaches out with the Cables of Truth to recharge.
II Corinthians 6:2-10