Have you ever noticed that sometimes the very thing that is causing you so much trouble is the very thing that is meant to be a blessing?
Maybe that blessing is meant to be shared with another.
But how can we share unless we listen to see
WHO is the one God has in mind for the sharing?
All along this journey with chronic illness, I have heard the Lord asking me to be transparent with what I am feeling. But I think that transparency comes about in layers.
Sometimes we wear a coat that shows only a little something of our selves, and other times we wear a sweater that reveals a deeper impression.
But then there are times that we open up to let someone see the true heart of our inner selves.
But then there are times that we open up to let someone see the true heart of our inner selves.
I had known that my neighbor suffered with Rheumatoid Arthritis also. I had shared swift words with her as we passed in the street, coming and going in the dailies of life. I had even crossed paths with her one day at the Doctor's Clinic. But the time for talking deep seemed to evade us. I prayed that God would open doors: I needed to hear the words of a fellow-traveler, especially with someone who had been on this road longer than I.
My longing to speak with her grew over the months that followed, and I began to ask the Lord to help me to listen for the call to seek her out, as I realized we would need more than a simple "Hello, how are you?" to cross the street of our hurting. And I was not surprised, then, when I heard His whisper, "Now! This is the time!" on a recent Saturday, when our men were working together on a building project.
But I was not expecting the need in her heart to match the need in my own.
We talked of symptoms, and Doctors, and medications, and weariness. And suddenly she began to weep: "There are days when I have felt like such a wimp, and such a failure." And it was then that I listened truly to the cry of my sister, who was walking in trouble, and didn't know that someone else could feel the same way. I shared words of encouragement with her, and I shared my own struggles also. But the biggest gift came from the hug as we said goodbye.
Because sometimes, the very thing that is causing so much trouble is meant to become a blessing when we share it with another.
Is there something that God would have you share? Or someone that He would have you listen to, with open ears?
"How oft a gleam of glory sent
Straight through the deepest, darkest night,
Has filled the soul with heavenly light,
With holy peace and sweet content."
--Anonymous
Today is Day 3 of #31Days of Listening with Chronic Illness
for the #Write31Days Challenge
I am honored to have you journey with me as we learn new ways to
LISTEN
