Hear Me Oh Great Counselor

 

I love how he listens to me, absorbing all I have to say. He’s attentive at these sessions, giving me the freedom to speak unfiltered.

Each time, I take a comfortable seat next to him.  He gives me a signal with his eyes that says, “Begin pouring out your heart.”  I expel all the dark ugly thoughts and questions that are in my soul.  I try to follow his lead, actively listening to myself to determine what I need to hear.  What will put me on the path of recovery and move forward? 

His bark lets me know he understands. 

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