I love this simple reminder that we are the hands and feet of Jesus. . .and sometimes the shoulder to cry on and a cheering section on His behalf, too.
Today one of my oldest friends (like 30+ years!!) called me from her home in Dallas, Texas. We met as kids and walked through high school, a grand post-college cross-country adventure, weddings and all sorts together. She's a precious friend and dear sister to me.
So it was soooo good to hear her voice and fill her in on what's been going on lately. She was, as she has always been, incredibly encouraging and empathetic and just plain lovely. After a long conversation, I said goodbye, sad we don't live closer, but feeling a whole lot better, too.
Because she took the time to call me, I went through the day blessed. And more encouraged. And more at peace.
I believe that's how easy it is to be His hands and feet in a broken world. . .just loving each other and reaching out. I'm so glad my precious friend did that for me today. In the midst of our current storm, it made more of a difference than she could have possibly imagined.
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