Dear...

Lately I've been thinking about well, you. I've been thinking about what I can do for you. I want to bring a little joy into your life. I want you to walk away from me feeling better about yourself. Maybe we'll just have a quick, small-talky chat and it will be enough to make your face a little brighter and your heart a little lighter. Maybe it'll take a hug or a quick squeeze of your arm, just to let you know that someone cares about you. Maybe I can give you a ride or answer a question or shovel your walkway or do those dishes you never find time to get around to. I have a feeling you don't understand that I would do anything for you. We're talking give you my extra kidney to save your life type of anything. I'm not very good at showing it. Sometimes I forget to say it. The only way I can think of to explain it is that my momma once told me that I should always leave a place cleaner and better than it was when I got there. The same is true of you. I want you to be better off than you were when you met me. That's why I've been thinking about you. And why I always think of you.

Who would have known...

...that a text from two months ago would be what I needed to hear tonight?

"You're going to feel increased anxiety, Tori, as you 'water-walk,' and, like Peter, you'll probably sink a few times along the way. On the other hand, as with Peter, Christ will not let you drown."

Friend, thank you.