
My words. Ever my power. Ever my weapon. Allow vibrating-throat to release formed thoughts? Or clip them off with teeth clamped?
Student: "Yeah, that's been the burden I carry these days. . . Do you ever do that?"
Tell me you do.
Teacher: "Not really."
How can that be?
Student: "What do you do when you've made a mistake? I mean, what goes on inside your head?"
Teach. This student needs to learn.
Teacher: "Not much. We have a Saviour who forgives. So I keep walking."
Keep walking.
Teacher: "Better to make the mistakes while pouring out love than to give hurting people nothing at all. It's the love they will remember."
The love.
Teacher: "Love covers over a multitude of sins."
Truth-Breathed Scripture. 'Yes!' echoes in me.
Student: "Ah, yes. And there it is."
Keep loving.
Keep walking.

