A relative called me last night and, at first, was crying too hard to speak clearly.
What a privilege.

She was upset, struggling with the aftermath of an overwhelming situation, and she called me.
That call blessed both of us.

I listened. I empathized. I told her about the adrenaline coursing through her system, even after the crisis had passed. Her stomach rebelled, hyperventilation threatened, her hands were shaking, and tears flowed. And I was privileged to be her safe place and hug her over the phone.
Listen. Affirm. Love. (Praying in my head the whole time.)

My eyes filled as I hung up, but with joy and thanks to God that SHE called ME.
“I knew you could help.”

I pray that you all have someone you can call.