I got a comment on a blog posting the other day, from a stranger. Usually, the comments I get are from people that I already know and love. I went to this woman’s blog to see who and what she was about. She was a middle aged woman that had recently lost her husband. I began to read first one blog and then another, I laughed, I cried, I embraced every word she had written. In this age of social media, I think we too often for get to embrace each other. Not just as face to face but I do not think that we have yet learned to embrace each other cyberly. We have forgotten how to actually feel each other.
I am not saying that we do not have people in our lives that trust and talk to, but sometimes those people are not the ones that are put into your life to help you. They are the roots that hold us firmly and give us stability but they are not always the people that are put into our lives to help us with a given situation. They are the ones that hold us close, help us up and keep us moving, but they are not always the ones with the answers.
As I was drawn into the words this beautiful soul had poured from her heart, I listened as she dealt with little day to day struggles in healing. As she became aware of the reasons, the ideals, the hopes, the fears, the hurdles of grief, I too was shown some of the little things that were affecting my own life. As she talked about the struggles of scheduling things to fill her day to day calender, how the structure had changed, how her late husband had been so in tune with her life that he knew and reminded her to take time for herself, I thought of my own day to day. How often I don’t keep a schedule any more. How I have seemed to just be floating through the day by day. How when I had Daddy here, I didn’t plan day to day but kept us on a pretty tight schedule hour by hour. It was a necessity, it kept my sanity and kept everything done. It showed me how much I have run from any sort of structure.
In the past, before cyberspace, back in the time of actual conversations there was ministering, there was witnessing, there was connection. But as time has passed, we have thrown that away, locked our true feelings deep inside for fear of being judged by others, fear of being ridiculed, fear of political correctness, and most of all, fear of being connected with someone else. Yet, we post pictures, ideas, and dreams on social media. It seems to be a safe outlet, or is it? The double edged sword. It allows us to express ourselves but without the fear of being held accountable. We can post our lives to people and if they don’t agree or if they begin to judge us, we block them or turn off or even change to a different screen name or another source of media expression.
Our souls were created to be connected to others. We long to be connected, to be a part of something greater than ourselves.
I used to spend a lot of time on social media sites, it was the only connection I had to the outside world it seemed. I made some incredible friends that were and are as real as people that are in my physical world. We share, we love, we hope for each other as much as if they were sitting at my kitchen table having a hot cup of coffee. Sometimes, it is easier to talk to them because you don’t have to look into their eyes. You don’t have to see dead-on the empathy. Sometimes you need to see it. You need to have your feelings, fears, tears, and laughter mirrored back at you in the eyes of someone else.
Sharing, witnessing, ministering, not only helps you to heal, but it helps heal others too. I wrote a blog one time to share my experiences in hopes of helping someone else. I was blasted so badly in the real world that I swore to never share something so personal again. My knee jerk reaction was to retaliate to the judgement with anger. I wanted to take the hate letter that I received and respond in kind. How dare this person judge me in such a harsh manner. But you see, in their rant and anger, it wasn’t me that was healing. It was them. As normal humans, we assume that it is all about us, when in fact, it is rarely about us at all. So, I keep posting my blogs and I keep sharing my mistakes, my emotions, my day to day, and my heart. Because for as many as there are that would judge me harshly, there are as many or more who read my words and are helped along the way. There are those that judge who are touched as much or more and even though they rant and rave, something I have written has touched them too.
I thank the stranger lady for posting on my blog, what an incredible blessing she has become. Thank you little angel lady for crossing my path and offering healing words even though you didn’t know you were going to. Thank you for sharing your love, your life, and your heartache so that others may learn from your trials. Thank you for reminding me that only through sharing and witnessing do we truly help each other. Blessings to you!!