Today I noticed that there are people who are willing to tell you about the hard places in their lives, because they know about the hard places in yours.There's a peculiar kinship sown in difficulties. It seems to loosen the cracks around the edges and expose a bit of vulnerability between people that you might not otherwise see, in folks that you may have seen a hundred or a thousand times in the course of daily living.
I've been the recipient of such grace on a few occasions over the last week. I got a bucket dumped on me this afternoon. It's been a beautiful thing, really; it reminds me that most of what we seem to need as we navigate our own personal sea of troubles is, really, quite simple.
No pithy statements.
None of that "Everything happens for a reason" or "God never gives you more than you can handle."
No lectures.
No fixing.
Just a small story of resonance; a quiet "Me, too....
...and it will be okay."
Grateful for real lives and honest, caring people.
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<3 Thank you
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