On her birthday, a friend was reading a card from her daughter. It started with the typical, pretty picture on the front, and a nice sentiment on the inside. But the handwritten addition, well, that had her in tears! Get this: in the note, this daughter described her mom has her “invisible safety belt.”
Bwaaaaa! What mother wouldn’t love that?!
It’s been my blessing to open a few notes that brought that same joy to the heart: primitive pieces of paper that are better than million dollar bills: you feel like the richest person on the planet.
In this selfish world of sabotage and sin, we can start to be a snarky cynic. Moms aren’t the only ones who thrive on these precious, punctuated points—that strengthen the squandered soul and square us away (and are situated by the Savior).
Jesus is coming back. In the meantime, He knows we need encouragement on our pilgrimage. Instead of the exception, shouldn’t it be the rule? Why not grab a greeting card and scribble a sentence? Turn off the TV and crawl into the car! Speed up the sweeping and find the phone! Take the time to talk or text!
I have a hearty handful of helpers who have historically held me up. Whether tract, tea, trinket, text, or time, it means so much. And it gives me that jolt for the journey.
Therefore encourage one another and build one another up, just as you are doing.
Not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near.
Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body.
Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep.
A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in a setting of silver.