To the little girl who shared her worries about moving up to second grade, as she struggled to read her book.
I hear you, sweet child. I hate your anxiety at such a precious innocent age. I won’t forget your worries. I will be praying for your reading skills to progress just in time for the year’s end. I am sad you need to think about such things. You are so beautiful, so adorable, and so delicate. May your spirit not be broken. Please know, that I see that you have potential to pass this grade…and so much more.
So much more…
To the middle aged man in the store, who shared all of the blessings his mother gave to him throughout his life.
I hear you, cherished son. Your mother’s love was like no other. Your eyes shined so bright when you talked about her calling you every day since you moved, and how she took you to college and unpacked your bags for you. How she ran to the end zone during your first high school football game just in time to cheer you in the touchdown. I heard every precious word of your memories. May you believe that I too, will honor her memory with you. And please know, I see that there is no mother quite like her.
Not like her…
To the amazingly beautiful and articulate mom who shared a piece of her heart and a chapter of her story with me during our kids’ dance class.
I hear you, honorable woman. Your strength and perseverance are like no other. Yet, you’re too humble to acknowledge your incredible determination and victory over darkness. You exude a quality that is rare in its authenticity and courage. You are a woman of God and a woman of integrity, for which I am so honored to have your company. You inspire me. And my heart aches for you in many ways, although you wouldn’t want it too. You don’t want pity. It is time, time for you to be blessed. You won’t release your relentless grip on survival. It’s a powerful mighty force you hold. I celebrate your victories. And I acknowledge your vulnerable hiding place snug deep in the corner of your heart. Oh how I see you, so beautiful and composed. I sense your devotion to all that is right. I hear your pleas as you hope for a new turn… And I desperately pray for your road to bring you all that you deserve.
All that you deserve.
And as I go forth in my day, I continue to be blessed by new souls. To each and every one of you…
I see you. I hear you.
You bless me.
And after I leave you, I hold you in my heart and embrace the gift of knowing you.
*So my sweet readers, when you are going about your busy day… always remember there are so many precious people who want to be seen and be heard. Make time for them. They are worthy of that. And in doing so, you will be blessed for knowing them.*