This marriage thing ... it's sometimes hard, as a few of us friends have found out when our girlfriend up and left her husband a few weeks ago. A huge surprise to us all, a knocking down of structure and depth we thought we were creating together. And it's not the only thing in life that's hard. It's got me thinking how we keep so much inside, how we don't share what's actually going on inside of us, behind our closed doors, how our hearts may be pounding with the fear of loss or rejection, hurt, pain, and we don't allow ourselves a place to be, a place to be heard, or cared for. We try at community, at making deep friendships, and sometimes they fail us, most often we fail them too. Sometimes it's too hard to be open even in the closest of trusting relationships. Because we've been hurt before, we don't want to trust and open our hearts again, be judged, or made afraid of what someone might do with our information, our emotions, our hearts. We are so human in our fears, in trying to be what we think we should be.
What is this life if we can't be there for each other? If when your heart and life around you is crumbling and no one seems to pay attention. How many lonely people are out there without a soft place to land? How many hurts just need a listening ear? And how can we open ourselves up to being that person for someone else? To be the hands of Jesus?
This rubbing of lives together in the box of 4 walls, a home, brings out the rough edges most often in need of some sanding down. But sometimes we see a gouging take place instead of a gentle, even sanding. And sometimes we don't see at all.
"Come unto me all you who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest" Jesus