I closed my eyes. There at the invitation spoken, I found myself in the company of God. Jesus before me. A space of quiet, earthy, simplicity. I breathed. My soul just breathed. In the quiet came the invitation to hold out my heart I first place other people in front of me. No no, said Jesus. I know all about them. Bring my your heart. So I placed my heart in the conversation. It came with the soreness of family life and the challenges of those I share life with each day. Hopes lost, expectations in constant shift, dreams shattered. A hurt I struggle to face, and often don't simply want to. It is too hard. The deep hurt and grief of what just is. It came with the disconnection of spirit. The |
I'm sorry it is hurting you. Gentle words as a wrap around of love and leaning into comes to my heart.
The designs of God in the other. The things that just are, the stories being lived by others, reaching back and bringing pain into my own. I needed to hear no other words. My heart could just be as it was. No judgement, no defence, no justification, no explanation, no buts . . . It was just a moment of acknowledging the presence of soreness in the heart. It would be okay - at some point. Today it could simply be as it just is.
Safe vulnerability . . . . .