Sitting in the parking lot of the grocery store talking on the phone with a friend. Life is overwhelming and she needs a friend to just talk through it with. I gladly listen, I encourage, I pray. Getting food can wait; some souls need fed.
My mouth may be saying the words, but my ears are need the reminders too…
“It’s okay to be overwhelmed by life at times. “
“We don’t have to have it figured out.”
“4:8 your brain.” (Philippians 4:8 – Whatever is true… dwell on these things.)
And as the prayers rise from across hundreds of miles through a phone line, and to heaven still the same, we both are humbled by a perfect God who loves and cares for us imperfect people. One who sees our needs… our imperfections… where we are lacking… and places us right smack dab in the place, with the people, with the gifts that will fill those needs, perfect our imperfections, and make up for where we are lacking. And from what I know of this God, He likely finds pure delight in every second of that filling and perfecting.
Boggles my mind. Comforts my soul. Restores joy.