There are moments in life when we connect with someone for a period of time, and then, as often happens, life takes us in different directions. We move to different cities, lose touch, or the person passes away. Gradually, their image fades from our memory. But sometimes, a phrase they once said sticks with us, etching itself onto our hearts.

Take a summer café, for instance. I was sitting with a friend, sipping tea sorrowfully, pouring out my troubles during a difficult period in my life. "How do I go on living?" I asked. He smiled. "Sergey, just live," he said. Such a simple statement, yet it stuck with me. He was right—life is a gift from God. Thank the Lord and live, even when times are tough. Relief will come. Sometimes, you just have to grit your teeth and survive. Just live.

In a music class, chatting with my teacher after the lesson, our guitars already packed away, we discussed the future and my plans. "I don’t know what to do next," I mused, "I think and think, but can't decide." "God will think it over," he replied. That phrase resonated with me, even though I was not a believer at the time. "God will think it over." What a comforting thought!

Or another time, I asked an older friend for forgiveness, for something I genuinely needed to apologize for. "Sergey, I’m not offended. I’m disappointed," he said. That too stayed with me.

Then there was a priest I knew who once remarked, "Heaven has its own logic." Whether he read it somewhere or thought it up himself, it found a place in my memory bank.

It’s fascinating how our memories cling to such seemingly random remarks. Over time, these recollections shape who we are. Our memory is remarkably selective, often preserving those events or words that stirred strong emotions or held significant meaning for us. That’s why a casually spoken word from an acquaintance can leave a more lasting impression than a visit to some grand city.

Especially when these words touch on our inner life, our conscience. They sink deep into the crevices of our hearts and reside there, waiting for their moment. And then one day, they resurface, offering us a lesson from the past. This is how God works.

People leave our lives. But their words remain. I am grateful to God for these words. And for the people who spoke them.

Original article: https://radiovera.ru/ljudi-uhodjat-slova-ostajutsja-sergej-komarov.html