~ Story Listeners ~
A story. We hear stories. Pressing our ear against the heart of someone's story.
Someone's heart. To literally breath in the words of another and place your own soul on hold long enough to bathe yourself in the depth of another. Do we do that? Do we listen with mouth shut...open ears and hearts that soak up this life story of others?
Agony pain. I've often thought that u must have to be dying from cancer or going through chemo to suffer agony pain. I don't believe that anymore.
I hear injury and hurt. Suffering and desperation. Sadness and physical pain through the injury of brokenness and loss. The stories of neglect and abuse. The stories of rejection and being forgotten. The stories of standing alone and wondering how to make the next move.
Walking around we function as if it's all ok. We must in order to make it. We must in order to get to the other side of it. Underneath the smile. Underneath the face of having it all together are stories of depth and sorrow.
Our chemo through this thing I now know about...divorce...is telling our story. The IV that we get hooked up to...the medicine that runs through our veins to cure this cancer is the lifelines. It is the listening ears and open hearts of those willing to offer us a shut mouth, a shoulder to lean on, a heart full of Grace and Love. Our lifelines. Our chemo. To survive the cancer that divorce has caused we have to have this curing chemo of listening hearts...of ears ready and prepared to put aside their own talking and listen fully.
On the back porch of a house I thought I might share with a sweet new friend...this kind of listening and sharing was experienced. Back and forth we dripped the chemo of listening and sharing into each-others veins of injury and hurt. Restoring just for a few moments in time some healing to deep rooted hurt and pain.
Two woman...beautiful in God's eyes and precious beyond words we brought healing to parts and places that lay wounded and raw. Through listening. Through willingness to be vulnerable we accepted the chemo of another's listening ear in order to walk away one step closer to being cancer free from this awful sickness brought on by the devastation that divorce can do to ones life.
Even though the pain still remains for both and many others...each time we listen to another's story. Each time we sit with hearts open to hearing we walk just a little closer to the heartbeat of God.
I desperately want to be a listener. I want to drip life into the veins of hurting people. Oh that God would take this pain that immobilizes my heart and uses it to minister life into someone else's injured places.
He is truly the Balm of Gilead. He is the Almighty Healer of our souls. He is the only true treatment we have to offer a cure to the cancers we face in this life.
Keep telling your stories. Keep listening to others who need to tell there's.
Let's be people...friends...family that get down in the dirt with others. Not standing over...not just bending down...but, down in the dirty...down at the level low enough to touch the pain in order to stand back up together in victory.
Let's be more than just story tellers...let's be story listeners.
Someone's heart. To literally breath in the words of another and place your own soul on hold long enough to bathe yourself in the depth of another. Do we do that? Do we listen with mouth shut...open ears and hearts that soak up this life story of others?
Agony pain. I've often thought that u must have to be dying from cancer or going through chemo to suffer agony pain. I don't believe that anymore.
I hear injury and hurt. Suffering and desperation. Sadness and physical pain through the injury of brokenness and loss. The stories of neglect and abuse. The stories of rejection and being forgotten. The stories of standing alone and wondering how to make the next move.
Walking around we function as if it's all ok. We must in order to make it. We must in order to get to the other side of it. Underneath the smile. Underneath the face of having it all together are stories of depth and sorrow.
Our chemo through this thing I now know about...divorce...is telling our story. The IV that we get hooked up to...the medicine that runs through our veins to cure this cancer is the lifelines. It is the listening ears and open hearts of those willing to offer us a shut mouth, a shoulder to lean on, a heart full of Grace and Love. Our lifelines. Our chemo. To survive the cancer that divorce has caused we have to have this curing chemo of listening hearts...of ears ready and prepared to put aside their own talking and listen fully.
On the back porch of a house I thought I might share with a sweet new friend...this kind of listening and sharing was experienced. Back and forth we dripped the chemo of listening and sharing into each-others veins of injury and hurt. Restoring just for a few moments in time some healing to deep rooted hurt and pain.
Two woman...beautiful in God's eyes and precious beyond words we brought healing to parts and places that lay wounded and raw. Through listening. Through willingness to be vulnerable we accepted the chemo of another's listening ear in order to walk away one step closer to being cancer free from this awful sickness brought on by the devastation that divorce can do to ones life.
Even though the pain still remains for both and many others...each time we listen to another's story. Each time we sit with hearts open to hearing we walk just a little closer to the heartbeat of God.
I desperately want to be a listener. I want to drip life into the veins of hurting people. Oh that God would take this pain that immobilizes my heart and uses it to minister life into someone else's injured places.
He is truly the Balm of Gilead. He is the Almighty Healer of our souls. He is the only true treatment we have to offer a cure to the cancers we face in this life.
Keep telling your stories. Keep listening to others who need to tell there's.
Let's be people...friends...family that get down in the dirt with others. Not standing over...not just bending down...but, down in the dirty...down at the level low enough to touch the pain in order to stand back up together in victory.
Let's be more than just story tellers...let's be story listeners.
Thank you Becka! Beautiful words. I hopE to listening ears for those who are hurting. And thankful for my friends that are that for me!
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