Speak Life into Others

Jenny (not her real name) slumped in her chair, her shoulders twitching and drooping with every movement. She turned away whenever I made eye contact, wiping her eyes as if they were leaking sorrow and pain.

Her actions drew me in, and her uneasiness sent a bolt of sadness to my heart. Yet, she attended the church service where I spoke, and for that, I was thrilled. But her struggle was real. I could sense it.

I moved to her during prayer as another woman sang the worship song. I whispered to her, shared a few verses, and encouraged her. Then, I introduced myself. She challenged me with hard questions: “What if it’s too late? What if I’ve done too much?”