Sometimes, sometimes...

sometimes

we are just not in that place

of grace

instead we are in a place

where we do not feel

effective

(that sucks)

or valuable

(that is bad)

or valued

(that is worse)

or even liked

(that is the very worst)

we feel alone

and

“slow, low, ugly, puffy, drooped, pooped”

( I borrowed that, but it fits)

and in those moments

we scream a silent scream

because to voice our pain

gets us judged

(So you are depressed again huh?  Why don’t you get help!)

or told all the reason we should not

feel the way we do

(You are fine, fine! God loves you just the way you are!)

and people try to “fix” us

(just breathe, pray, trust – insert advice here ___________  )

but when you can’t get there,

and are told you really should be there,

and you know you should be there,

but you just can’t get there…..

none of that helps

it may all be true

(and the intentions are greatly appreciated and valued)

but it doesn’t help

what helps

is to know

merely

that you are not alone

“I hear you”

“I care”

“Wow, that must be tough”

“I’m sorry”

“I’m with you”

for with someone to be present for you

and walk with you

even in silence

through the places

of ooze and slime and old decay (thanks CS Lewis)

one eventually

finds one’s way

home