I am oh, so grateful for every single thing someone does to encourage my heart.
And I try hard to pass it on.
Because, really, when you think about it, it’s the little things that either wear us down or build us up.
The daily drip of encouragement or criticism is what shapes our hearts most.
The hardest stone can be worn away by water over time. And the softest earth can be packed firm and resist any new seed when trod upon and squeezed dry by drought.
Words are not neutral. They either build up or tear down.
And so many hearts are holding onto hope by the thinnest thread.
I want to be the person that helps build it into a lifeline, not the one who snaps it in two.