It was a strange at first -- this man stops to talk with our family on the plane home from Colorado. I sorta pushed myself back in my chair because he was so intimate about our personal space. We, a worn, post-vacationing family, corralling a 2 year old in a cramped compartment. This man picked us. Even thanked us for the moment we shared with him.
Just sitting down to write this post nearly brings me to tears. This man just wanted to revel in the laughter of our kids. Delight himself in a high five and fist bump with our 2 year old. Remove his thoughts from his own reality for just a few short minutes.
He had lost his father that morning.
And I saw him. Not with my eyes, but with my heart. And I hurt for him.
People put up all these beautiful photos on their Facebook or their blog, and it’s easy to think that someone’s life is perfect or charmed. But oh! how imperfect life really is.
I have friends facing loneliness. Divorce. Depression. Infertility. And some facing issues not to those extremes, but in the thick of whatever their day brings, it sometimes feels like the world is crumbling around them.
And the cold hard truth is that these people are dealing with brokenness in tougher ways than me. I am self-centered thinking my temporary fatigue and occasional discouragement measures up to much. To allow the beauty of my days to be clouded by long to-do lists. Or worry about there being enough space in our house for our soon-arriving baby boy, when that man on the plane faces an empty chair.
Oh, Mandi, but Jesus wants to love you through the acute and the chronic brokenness. Don’t run from it. Live wide open. Cry if you need to. Be honest and brave.
So true – how often I forget. Give yourself permission to just be before Him, friend.
If this season is dark for you, know that joy will emerge. Healing will come. Because Jesus is your ultimate source of peace.
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.” -Matthew 5:4