A Desperate Voice.... A Reflective Answer

When's the last time you were desperate? Do you remember who you called and how you were treated on the phone? Were you blown off? Or has anyone taken the time to stop from whatever they were doing and listened to what you had to say? This is not a customer service class but it is imperative that we give each other our ear...

How many times a day do I answer the phone to hear a desperate cry for help? I never know the intention of the caller... only their voice... a simple plea... Problem solving is my specialty and sometimes they get my best... and on bad days sometimes it is a struggle...

We come in contact with hundreds of people a year.. many a day... when a person walks away from you... what have you left them with? what part of you do they take away... My dream is that when I am laid to rest... many will say that they were loved... that I cared for them... that I encouraged them... and brought a smile... that though I am far from perfect... I pointed them at any time to Christ... how can a broken vessel... a cracked vase... a dirty glass... be used to envelope a blooming flower??? God's grace...

With each conversation I have with every caller... may I give them my time... my compassion... mercy... and an honest answer... Though I be bruised... a litle sad... may my burdens be put aside to further another to greatness...

We are loved... through our imperfections.. our flaws... our wrinkles... our irritability.. our impatience... we are forgiven... "As the water reflects the face, so the heart reflects the person" Provers 27:19.

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