Good Morning, God!
Yesterday morning I was out early and got this photo. The sight was a JOY and SHARING IT doubles the joy. There is an old saying: Joy shared is joy doubled; sorrow shared is sorrow halved. Perhaps, sorrow isn’t halved, but it is lessened.
A few days ago I heard a good friend as she shared about her old and very sick dog. It wasn’t so much that I heard — but that being heard helped her to speak her sorrow. Speaking our sorrow. Gosh, God, it seems to me doing that, both speaking and hearing, is a Sacred Act. Speaking from our Deep Heart is healing.
Sigh, wouldn’t it be wonderful, God, if we could “sacramentalize” that — or at least name it and appreciate it? I’m good at grumbling — occasionally sniveling — but I am not sure that I have ever Spoken My Sorrows. Hmmm. I am sitting here — realizing for the first time — that I am sort of ashamed or embarrassed to talk about deeper feelings.
Aah, this is An Open Doorway for me, isn’t it God! I feel that You are calling me to HONOR all my feelings. They need to be Named and Heard. That is MY job! And I CAN DO IT!
I would never disrespect another person who shared her grief and sorrows! So, then, I can go and sit in Your Compassionate Presence and dare to call up suppressed emotions and honor them by listening. Hmm. I will REALLY need Your Help, God! This is another LEAP into HUMILITY! And, yes, I am imagining a SPLAT at the bottom. I’m smiling. I’m pretty sure You’re saying that You will scrape me up so I can leap again.