How many of us smile, respond with OK when asked how we are doing while we feel anything and everything but fine.
I wonder how many, and I wonder why.
I wonder why my first thought was to tuck away my sadness, the loss, bury it deep down inside the deepest wells of my heart ... why I thought I could, well, rather, should walk this journey alone. And the more I thought, the more I questioned.
Don't I know yet that there is comfort in arms wrapped around my shoulder, in words spoken, in stories shared, in love given freely?
That there is nothing more scarring than letting the battles wounds of life sit in the darkness of heart wells?
That there is healing in the Light?
I wrote my hurt into the pages here, etched the words of this piece of our story into the white and shared because I thought it would somehow maybe help someone else who felt like hiding her hurts way down deep.
I thought maybe I would be a hand in the darkness of those wells in the heart stretched out offering to pull someone else out of those depths.
But the wholeness of truth is, and I didn't quite know it until so many friends began showing up in so many ways, that sharing would continue the work He's already started in layering salves on a healing heart. I didn't know it, but I needed some other hands to reach out, clasp mine after I emerged from that darkness, sun blinded, a little shaky and raw.
Thanks for being His hands and feet and His arms and mouth --pulling me up and embracing me in the steadying of my own two feet and walking beside me as I take baby steps forward into the light of a new day.
I likely won't ever forget it.
"For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them." Matthew 18:20