There was a season when words saved my life. During one of the darkest periods I’ve known, a stranger handed me a note. Just a few sentences, nothing dramatic, but it reminded me that God saw me when I felt invisible. I kept that note for years. Eventually, I felt called to start writing my own. Now, wherever I go, I leave small handwritten notes behind: in library books, grocery carts, waiting rooms, and coffee shop tables. I don’t sign my name. I don’t explain myself. The notes say things like: “You are not alone.” “God sees you.” “This moment won’t last forever.” I pray over every note before I leave it. I ask Jesus to place it exactly where it’s needed. Sometimes I never know what happens next. Other times, someone finds me and says, “That was for me.” And I don’t need more than that. Jesus used words to heal, to comfort, to restore hope. I believe our words still carry that power when they’re offered with love. People underestimate how heavy a heart can be when no one notices. A single sentence can interrupt despair long enough for someone to breathe again. I don’t assume what people believe, I don’t … Continue reading WRITING ENCOURAGING NOTES