My heart is heavy and even the most carefully chosen, thoughtfully descriptive words cannot convey the its emotion today.
I've many times thought about narratives from the Bible - how much unrecorded agony (and joy) are left to be imagined by the readers. Years passed with Joseph in prison, long agonizing hours of Christ on the cross, hundreds of years as slaves in Egypt - summed up in mere sentences.
As several dear families in our life live through their own valleys, I carry a burden for them. A burden to be heard and understood, to not be forgotten. To not have their sorrows be a short sentence in our life at present.
I remember an amazing moment years ago when I was sharing with a dear friend some of the struggles that we were going through with Brad's health at the time. She stopped and asked me to wait as she imagined what it was like to be me. She validated the gravity of my emotions, the stress of my life, and attempted to put herself in my place.
That was a monumental moment. Many people offered sympathies or encouraging words at appropriate times. But, she tried to walk with me.
And in a time when I was convinced I needed to be strong, it felt good to be weak and needy.
She wept with one who was weeping inside.
I would ask you to pray for my nephew, my cousin, my dear friend's daughter, my tornado victim friends if God reminds you.... but I also know that you have your own friends with their own needs.
Church, our brothers and sisters around us are in desperate need for support.
Body of Christ, the lost and dying world is in desperate need of love and hope.
As hard as we may look for the perfect Christmas gift this month, let us look even more dedicated for those in need and then lay our lives down to love.
Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.
1 John 3:18
Rejoice with those who rejoice,
weep with those who weep.