Nice little chat with an old coffeeshop acquaintance this morning. He talks a lot, and I am often impatient with him. I still felt that, but I also felt his need and tapped into the desire to minister to him: not as a gesture of pity, but of His love. We can bring one another a cup of cold water in so many ways.
Having some rest yesterday afternoon and evening did a great deal to recharge my batteries. A few waves rolled over me from time to time, as is to be expected. Though I ought to feel differently, I hate the helplessness I feel when I the only thing I can do for another is to pray for them.
Hold fast. He is in this.