weighty intimacy
We can only really begin to feel the weight of our circumstances when we let others in on them. Three years ago, I wasn't letting people in. On the details, yes. On the big picture, definitely. On my heart, no. On my emotions, not even close. On my depths, never. Or so I thought. I have become this person I never thought I would be: wearing the depths of my heart on my sleeve. And I will gladly bring them with me on our next coffee date, yes, if. Big if here. If you are willing to meet my depths with yours. Not so that our miseries can have company and refuse to lift and lighten in the sun's warm rays, which rise every morning no matter the weather. But so we can watch His transformative work together. He lifts up the valleys. He lays low the mountains. And He wants to do that in our communities, not in our isolation. Two weekends ago, I was privileged to see my depths laid bare. All my silent what ifs--even just for a moment and chanc...