And she’s baring her throbbing mother soft spot to us around the table and I want to reach out and touch her there. I want her to feel someone touch the tender, broken place of her, to witness it and not turn away.
Just lay my hand on the fontanels of her bared mama heart and not reject, not be afraid. Not solve or judge or preach or fix. Just touch her and witness and wait with her — just trust her vulnerable, broken places to birth her into the presence of God.
Quiet spreads deep between us.
I read this and I am thinking that is IT
We all feel that hindrance
that breeds underneath
just above where vulnerability lays
The reason we don’t say it
because we don’t need someone to FIX ME
I got Jesus for that
I just need someone to hear me
trust my vulnerability will lead me to Him
be here in the raw hurt
and let it be communal
let it be alright to speak my darkness
Love me in my mess
- James 5:16
Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.
then let God come in and be THE HEALER
rub the shame off
let the light in
where my soul feels like air
like fresh laundry blowing in the wind
and FULLY LOVED