After you shared your pain and your problems, after everything was confessed and prayed for, and after I came home, I suddenly saw myself in a similar predicament. We shared the same thing which you thought was admirable and yet, so burdensome to carry. And I liked the way you put it so succintly.
You put into words when I was struggling to find the right ones to describe what I was going through.
Today, this teacher learned a precious lesson from her student.
Later on, you sent me a thank you note for being there for you. For helping you pull through.
But I feel that it is I who should thank you instead. For your openness and honesty. For making me see what I needed to see in me. At the same time, I want to give thanks to our Maker. For He can still use a wounded healer like me to help a fellow comrade go through in life's journey. And be helped in that process through you. Life is strange that way, isn't it?
Anyway. Thank you.
Keep growing, keep shining