H sharing tidbits. A video he found helpful one day, words conveyed to show he has reached out to an old friend another. He feels relieved about the words the friend shared back.
Rejection has been averted. The monster perhaps isn't so scary any more.
Fears and acknowledgement of profound depression expressed. The walls of his prison are closing in.
He's grasping for the key, but it is just, but barely, out of reach.
Perhaps he's starting to discover he holds the power for change. He's exploring it. He is working hard.
I offer gentle support and encouragement when I feel the Holy Sprit is prompting me. Not often.
Occasionally a scripture. Today "Good Morning. I hope you have a great day". I just felt inspired to do so, and that he might need an encouraging word today.
H's response: "You too, babe."
Perhaps a new season is starting for H. Growth that will lead to a new life. Time will tell.
Meanwhile, mine remains joyful, peaceful, and full of activities.
