You Can Sit With Us

It's been a tough couple of weeks for me. While I was maneuvering through my rut, I just didn't have the energy or will-power to pick up phone calls: always a tell-tale sign I am not functioning at my best.

But as the clouds began to lift, though I wasn't feeling a 100%, I pushed myself to return a phone call of a loved one--glad I did. She was hurting. She was going through it, herself. Big time.

I sat on the other end of the line, mostly silent as she proceeded to ask some really tough questions. She cried. She was angry at herself. Her circumstances and her emotions had gotten heavier than what she could bare.

I didn't have eloquent words to say. I knew that it would do a disservice to her and our moment if I tried...so the Holy Spirit just urged me to sit with her, and let her weep. (A lesson I've gleaned from unpacking the Book of Job recently.)

As I climbed into her mess and her hurt with her...I had a clear picture of what God was doing for me through my own depressive episode... He just sat there. With me. For me.

And I am immensely thankful for that. Sometimes God doesn't seem like He's speaking or doing. But He is always, willing to climb into my mess with me...giving me Grace to eventually be pulled out.

Thankful for clarity. Thankful for the clouds that have lifted. Grateful that God always desires to sit with me.