Sometimes our life stories need a home. They need somewhere to go beyond ourselves. Ears to listen and the presence of a friend to remind us of true things we can’t see through our tears. A nod or a hug to acknowledge our journey and help us feel less alone in it. A voice to speak courage when we feel like ours has been misplaced. Or used up. Or shot through the heart.
I think of the many friends who have trusted me with hard stories over the years. The hurts and heartaches that press. It is never a burden, but rather, an honor to walk beside. I think of the friends who hear my heart and press into it. The ones who don’t leap to fixing and fussing. The ones who sit when I’m sitting in despair. The ones who dance when I’m dancing in victory. The ones who hold my stories in their hearts and say, “Yes, I see you and know you and love you just how you are,” over years and bumps and turns. Today, I am thankful for those friends.
“’Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.'” Matthew 11:28-29
391. cbs study & new study friends, 392. unconditional love, 393. parenting wins, 394. plans for a cooking day with a sweet friend, 395. clarity, 396. prayers answered, 397. modern technology, 398. the breathing out, 399. when love breaks through walls, 400. daily graces