I remember a sermon my sweet friend who introduced me and my Fella shared. Actually it’s an image that she shared that has stuck with me all these years. I believe in looking back that she read Ecclesiastes 4:9-12 from the Good Book.
The picture she painted with her story, of the dark and traveling together and the stumbling, but someone always stopping to help another up.
Powerful. So powerful.
We are not meant to travel alone, y’all. To do this life with no one else around. I am not saying we are not meant to live alone, but I do think we are not meant to LIVE alone. Sharing a house and sharing a journey are two different things.
My life has been changed for the better because of the folks who are around me and the ones who listen and love and care about my story and I theirs–in fact, so much so that our stories become intricately interwoven.
Through messages and late night phone calls and texts about silly things and all the important ones too. The being interruptible and sitting with me in the hard places and the holding me in the light and hoping for good to come. The sitting quietly and laughing loudly. The road trips and waiting rooms and bowls of soup and handmade aprons and letters in the mail and cards left on the front porch. The shared tears and the reverberating laughter. The hands to hold and the hugs to envelop every little bit of what is going on. The “I’m on your side” and the “well, have you looked at it this way…..” The “let’s go do” and the “let’s just be.”
All of it. Every single bit of others in your life and mine…..they save us. They make us better. They keep us from falling in a pit of despair and believing the lie that no one cares about us or that it is all about us and no one has ever had it this. BAD.
They walk alongside, and they pick us up when we fall.
And the coolest thing about this journey is that as we share it with those who circle the wagons close and stay there beside us is that one day we will have the chance to do that very same thing for someone else.
It’s a beautiful ebb and flow of life. Today I needed picking up. Tomorrow it might be you. Or you. Or maybe even me again.
We all stumble. Most of us fall. But it’s the knowing there’s a hand that will be there to help us back up…..that’s the greatest gift we can give ourselves.
Find yourself a good one. Find the folks who are walking carefully and maybe even a little slowly, hanging back. Leave be those who are darting around and ahead of everyone else. The best way to find a friend, the old saying goes, is to be a friend.
Go and be. Reach out your hand. And you’ll be amazed at who comes to stand beside you.
Love and best wishes to all.