“I have been where you are and you will be where I am.”
Debby had looked me in the eye as she spoke. We were sitting in her living room. I was recovering from post partum psychosis, still feeling pretty shaky. As I perused an old journal yesterday, I was reminded of that moment.
Debby was petite, elegant, and a leader at our church. She lived on Maynard Lake in a house full of wool rugs with walls of cabinets in their downstairs family room. But she, too, had had dark times. I found that hard to believe then. She seemed the epitome of who I longed to be, but I was unsure if I would ever even be sane again.
I hardly believed it possible that I could be as poised and confident as she was then. But the words stuck.
And here I am. Fifty years later, I am where she was then. Glory. So grateful for Debby’s words that took root in my soul. Her words were seeds that God watered.
We can plant seeds in each other of encouragement and hope that God will grow into maturity and blooms and fruitfulness reflecting God’s glory. Let’s take seriously the power of good words.
The Lord bless you and keep you all your days.