People don't like hard. They don't want to be involved in messy, and they certainly don't want to feel uncomfortable.
That has been a difficult reality for me to learn over the past year and a half. When our lives got hard, we saw too many people walk away. People we thought would be there day in and day out to pull us through, instead chose to walk to more comfortable ground where there were less tears, less heartache, and certainly no talk about death.
Some of those people have been watching; waiting until it seems like the air has cleared and they wont have to see any pain when they talk to us. These "waiters in the wings" have assumed that it must have been long enough now. This precious new baby we have welcomed into our lives has surely healed all our pain and enabled us to move into the future without talking about the past.
Well, oops, sorry to burst that bubble.
Hard is not fun. Hard is not pretty. It's not something any of us would choose, but it is real and immutable and a big part of what makes us who we become. The hard things we go through don't magically fade away after a given amount of time. The hard things become part of our story, and shape how we respond in the future.
Reluctantly, we have let it in. We have leaned into it, wrestled with it, and learned how to push on when we don't know how.
The people who don't want to know hard exists, won't want to commune with us, but the ones who are brave enough to embrace it, might just be blessed by some of the things it has changed in us.
Are you brave enough to let us in?
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