This has been on my “to be read” list for awhile. Timely listen right now as a few friends are experiencing and walking through suffering with their loved ones. I posted a few tidbits below for me to cogitate on and remember. ⤵️
“My story is one that has been shattered into a million pieces, but each piece is known and loved.”
Showing up for another says “I see you. Your pain is known. And though I cannot make it better, I’m here.” and that’s what matters.
Showing up for another, extending yourself for another, is always costly. Always.
Showing up is not a new concept, but sometimes it feels that way. Something in our culture has told us to pull back; to protect ourselves from hurt, from people, from entering in with one another. And there’s a reason for that. Showing up can get us hurt in the biggest ways. People disappoint and wound us…
God is in the picture and it’s all about Him. How does He want me to show up? What’s my role according to Him? Will I accept the role God has asked of me, even when it’s not the one I wanted?
When we step out in the middle of our fear, God meets us there.
People are missing out when they don’t enter the lives of those around them.
1/ Who do you know that is currently suffering and you want or need to show up for?
2/ With their face in mind – what fears or anxieties do you have in showing up for them?
“Will people understand me questioning God, yet trusting Him at the same time?”
Specifics make all the difference in showing up for someone.
The beauty in offering a specific help, instead of a broad one, is that we get to help within our gifting.
Many times in walking with others through trials and suffering, after you’ve made a choice, you won’t know if you made the right one. Many times the answers won’t be clear cut.
Pray for wisdom. Seek guidance. And at times, even with the best of intentions, mistakes will be made. That’s just the nature of this dance.
You’ll need to have grace for and with each other. Lots and lots of it. Grace is the glue that holds relationships together as we walk through suffering with one another.
It’s okay not to have perfect words.
Use this as a general rule when dealing with suffering:
Think of the person’s proximity to the “middle circle” and if they are closer in than you, use comfort phrases. No dumping in about what you’re feeling. When you need to express you’re wounding and hurt, turn to people who are in a ring farther out than you are and express yourself there.
We don’t have to barge in and ask hard questions in our attempts to say something. Curiosity is different from caring.
Curiosity wants to know what’s going on. Caring wants the person to know they’re not forgotten.
If we wait for a time without hardship before engaging with others, we may never form relationships. Whether you’re entering someone’s life before, during, or after suffering, it’s never too late or too early to jump in.
Offering specifics not only gives us the opportunity to serve in an area where we’re gifted in, but also allows people to begin to accept help more easily.
When relationships change because of hardship, please don’t discount what you had. It’s not because of something you did or didn’t do, it’s simply the nature of suffering. It takes things that were previously beautiful and tries to taint them. Don’t let it.
Heartbreak and beauty intermingled. Those two words shouldn’t go together, but somehow, in this journey? They do. Somehow grace rises out of the ashes.
The desire to fix in a society that tells us to constantly do is hard to ignore.
Suffering is not the absence of God’s goodness.
The world continues to flow around us during suffering, and we’re dragged along with it, trying to figure out how to keep doing normal when life feels anything but.
Saying goodbye is hard, but saying it over the course of months, years even, is a path littered with potential land mines. There are so many opportunities for us to make mistakes, and yet so many moments to grab and hold on to.
Showing a person they matter in the midst of their suffering is a gift you can give.
Cry and weep and mourn. The sadness is just as important as the celebrating.
“It should not have taken cancer to cause me to abound in more and more love, but that is what Jesus chose to use to prompt my heart to extend the borders of me, to love my people, with more love than I could have otherwise known.”
Speak words. Write them down. Text them. To let the loss pass and not honor it in someway with words is to let silence have the last word.
God is the whole of the comfort and we, as mothers, are just tools. Privileged to be an extension of the community He’s planned for us to be.
I am willing. I am here. God will meet me here.