I suppose it might be possible.
That there might be some amongst us who don’t know struggle, haven’t had it woven intricately in the layers of their skin, embedded deep deep deep in the pits of their tummies.
I saw someone last night and I remembered how she’d been real with me and I, with her.
How I’d said yes to her unexpected invite for lunch, just wanting us to know one another more.
First of all, how often are we so honest? How rare are women that brave?
She shattered my illusion of her life more sublime than mine. She told me her story.
And, I mine.
I guess over a year or more ago. She listened as I shared the colors of my Bible, my story.
And I saw her and I told her what that meant to me, her opening her heart, her curiosity of mine.
What if we did that more? What if we left each other loved and uplifted, caressed on more than typical passing platitudes?
We’d know more the feeling of being amongst one another. We’d be more generous with our giving of time, less greedy for dominance in conversation.
Another friend made me cry when I held her and let her cry. It was hard.
She said it, what I already knew.
“I think I just saw God.”
I read a beautiful prayer this morning, a prayer by a French Archbishop whose name I can’t pronounce. It was a prayer asking God to find us when we can’t find Him.
Take my heart, for I canst give it and when thou hast it, oh, keep it for Thee and save me in spite of myself. Archbishop F’enelon
Someone mentioned feeling as if in an abyss yesterday and we then talked about the “cliff”.
If you’ve ever been in a deep place feeling like you can’t pull yourself out or if you’ve found yourself on the edge, on the cusp of disastrous choice worn out and miserable over what’s come your way, having to get real quiet or real loud and maybe say God, come near, be my rescue, remind me again.
Save me, yet again.
The Lord is my strength and my song. He has become my salvation. Psalm 118:14
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