I think that sometimes we confuse faith with “fine”. I have faith therefore I am always fine. To admit to a problem would be heresy. How can a woman of faith feel down/need help/have issues? If we believe that God is good in all situations, how can we ever have a bad day?
A lot of hurting people sit in the pews of our churches, work in the mission field, or preach in the pulpit. Why don’t we reach out more to one another? I think that anyone of the true believers I know would embrace me on a bad day and try to bolster me up, but I am too afraid to ask. Is asking for help really that difficult?
I have a friend in need right now that has tentatively reached out for help, but lost confidence waiting for a reply. I wish I could hold her tight and tell her I understand or, (at least) acknowledge her grief, but I can’t because she is afraid to trust again.
Ultimately, God does have this situation, just like every other one in this world. I just pray that she knows that someone with skin on is here for her.
Just because you are saved doesn’t mean that your troubles end. I don’t think we are supposed to dwell on the negative, but a bowl of ice cream and a bawl session with a good friend can release a lot of tension and built up negativity. Why don’t we allow ourselves the luxury of intentionally discussing our problems with someone who can filter our troubles with God glasses? Sometimes we need to step back to get a clear view of what is right in front of us. Our friends can help us do that. They can be the clear reflection of our own distortions, if we let them. Why not the next time something major happens (or even something that you think is minor), you grab a friend and a bowl of butter brickle and process the data through the light of friendship, instead of loneliness? Why not open yourself up to the lasting fellowship that can only come through trials and triumphs?
Never yielding to the tears or allowing openness doesn’t make your strong, it makes you brittle. I would rather appear weak to the outsiders, and lean on God and a friend when I am in need, than mimic strength, and shatter when the weight gets to be too much.
God gifts us with companions to be our “Jesus with skin on” when we need them. Why not honor God and our friends, with honesty and openness?
Proverbs 17:17 says “A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for a time of adversity.”
My love for my friends doesn’t end when their troubles begin, and I doubt yours do either. Reaching out can be a form of reaching up. The body of believers can be strengthened from within if we tear down our walls of pride and embrace each other with love.
I am a Christian, a wife, a mom, and a part-time basket case who wants to be a full time writer.