“I’m just calling to tell you I love you,” my pastor’s wife Sister Kim told me over the telephone just minutes ago. I can’t remember the rest of the words she spoke, but I can say the 60 seconds she took to offer me her little blessing was bigger than I could ever measure. Why? First off, she is packing her bags to leave for Haiti yet again tomorrow to minister with her husband to a nation that continues to be in dire need. The last thing she needed to do right now is make yet another phone call – particularly simply to say “I love you” to a member of her church. Why else was this big blessing so big? At 44 years old, I still struggle with the leftovers of rejection, abuse, and abandonment from the past. I would like to say I have strong faith and have perpetually positive thoughts about myself and others, but I do not. I have been struggling enormously lately yet again with how I perceive myself. My pastor’s wife knows this, and she took the time out of her phenomenally busy schedule to edify and encourage me with life-giving words.
