Right now, I have a good friend who is enduring a season of trial within her life and marriage. I'm doing my best to be there for her whenever and however I can. I surely don't have a lot of answers, but I do offer a lot of prayers. I sigh a lot!
I am sad for my friend and the struggles she encounters, but I am happy for the opportunity I have to present Christ in bits and pieces. I listen, grieve, ponder, wonder. I stop short of wise words and acting like I know when the best I can offer is: "I can only imagine...."
I am sad for my friend and the struggles she encounters, but I am happy for the opportunity I have to present hope in bits and pieces. I have never lived her story nor walked in her shoes. I applaud her courage for seeking some semblance of normal life while her circumstances suck; she doesn't see an easy out to any of her current daily difficulties. Together, we are learning about beauty and brokenness...we are broken people living in a broken world and we are attempting to press on in a strength which can only be found in God Himself.
My friend doesn't know Jesus the way I know Jesus...yet.
She is open to hearing from me and I am being honest with her. I don't understand.
A telephone call
A short visit
A quick hug
A warm smile
A cold Sprite
A little burst of laughter when our thoughts connect or collide.
It's all bits and pieces of hope...of peace...of joy....in the middle of sorrow, loneliness, and uncertainty.
I trust in the sharing...the bits and pieces...she's seeing glimpses of the One who is the Answer when all human answers fall short of sufficiently satisfying our questions.
It's funny how things can be so neat or special while all the while being so untidy.
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