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
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oh i so agree.. and it is hard to find and also to not just be a fixer, but to be a comforter
this quote i have been living by as i get further into the grief and counseling profession strikes me with the same sentiment “When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.” – Henri Nouwen. What a direction for us to live by, to not be so caught up in the “uncomfortable” portions within ourselves when someone is hurting, but to sit with it, sit with them. laying our hands not to heal, but to show we are there.