reflections

We both walked in the room—hearts heavy with unspoken words, problems with no answers. We tried to lighten the load by revisiting past hurts and talking about solutions. The weight

I sat on the edge of her bed. Tears spoke what words could not. She was hurt, sad, alone. In her silent, tearful lament she longed for God, but her

“You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will

Years ago, as an undergraduate communications major, I remember learning about Albert Mehrabian’s 7-38-55 Communication Model. I was shocked to discover that the words we use contribute a meager 7%