There is something special about sharing the burden of my sisters in Christ.
I have the privilege of crying with two dear sisters at church over the past weekend, holding them while the pain and hurt engulfed them, letting it engulf me too so that in some way I could share it.
I’ve been there. Different pain, perhaps, but I have been there.
When Keith died, friends would come over or call just to cry with me. They came with open arms, prepared to help me carry the burden for a bit. They knew they could not ultimately take away what was mine to carry, but they wanted to ease the burden for a time, bearing part of the weight, supporting me so I could breathe for half a minute.
It was hard, but it was joyous as we grew closer together through that sharing. It helped everything make sense for a moment, and that moment was enough to help me have strength to face the next moment.
Fast forward to today. I am better attuned to my sisters in Christ. I am more able to be that worker who shows up, knowing I have a load to lift, a soul to lighten, if only by catching cathartic tears.
And for that, for my friends, for that privilege of burden-bearing, I am forever grateful.
Thank You, God, for that insight into why my life looks the way it does!
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. – 2 Corinthians 1:3-4