The people I meet on my journey.
If we could just allow those who come to find a way. Who who need to be heard.. If we could but know they need to talk. If we could just have the patience to let them empty themselves out. And once done sigh:: and offer a Cup Of tea.
Come back and simply sit in comfort. A comfort that has been claimed by trust. No answer to anything that may have been said. Just the comfort of knowing they will trust you and be able to be less in this kind of need over time on your journey.
Their journey can be made more comfortable by this friend {Trust}
Some people have no one they can trust. I know while this journey is happening life can be trying. But if you know yourself and who you are. You will be able to give this gift of trust. So hard won. So hard to give. So simple.
If you believe in God then you know what this is. If not then you are one joined to the whole. Doing your best.
Today the mist came early. The deer know there way in all this cover. By dawn they are alert and continue the journey.
If you think about the deer. As God says each day take as it comes. Deer do not work for tomorrow They come to it in trust. It will be there.
Today is a lovely day. I have met new people and enjoyed who they are and gained something sweet to continue my journey.
Bless your day and all who share in it.
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Just today I had this experience. A new friend called early in the day to say, "Can I come over." She wanted to talk about a job she is interested in. My house was a mess. I said, "Let's meet at the cafe." She said, "I have my girl with me." *silence*...hesitantly, "Just come on over...my house is a mess though."...ahh, I hurried and scurried to get it into some kind of order and they arrived 5 minutes later (they must have been right around the corner) my heart sank, leapt and sank again at the thought of my "mess". I nervously said hello...invited her in and made coffee (hoping the aroma would cover the smell of the dishes sitting in the sink from the night before). I offered her some of said coffee...we got the kids settled and begain to relax. And the flood gates opened. She brought muffins and chocolate milk that she bought with "food stamps" she whispered. The tears fell. An offering that humbled her to her core. A secret shared. I knew right then that Christ was not concerned with my "mess" but with her fragile heart. Praise Him that today He ruled my heart and not my Pride. I want to remember this day...
ReplyDeleteSo nice to know that we care for one another in times of trial. You were able to see Christ in this lonely one.
ReplyDeleteIndeed it is love that holds all things together.Bless her. Bless you for being there.
Pride is a very interesting feeling. It holds us back.