My friend was struggling with life decisions that seemed overwhelming to her. I did my best to not give unasked for advice. My truth fits me, but it may not fit her. So I kept my mouth shut and listened to her. We strolled around the lake, taking our time to admire the ducks and geese as she shared all that weighed heavy on her heart.
As the sun tipped from her highest point and began her slow slide down towards the horizon, we ended our walk and parted ways. But not before my friend hugged me and said, “Thank you for listening. Thank you for letting me hear my own words. It was helpful.” I held her for a few moments, pressing my heart to hers.
“I’m honored to listen to you,” I said.
Listening is love in action. It’s how we help each other find the truth. Let’s not forget that. Let’s not forget to listen. Deeply.