Good Evening, God!
Yesterday I found this huge anthurium in our car port garden. It looks full grown (10 inches long) but it is still soft and fragile.
It takes weeks for the anthurium flower to fill in and become strong. That’s sort of like many of us humans, God! We look DONE even while we are still firming up and becoming sturdy. Young adulthood . . . does that go past 35? . . . is a vulnerable time.
Sigh, are we EVER not vulnerable?
After reading books by Brene Brown and listening to her talk The Power of Vulnerability, I realize it takes a lot of “sturdiness” to be vulnerable. Ah, but, vulnerability is best done with folks who are trusted and connected to us. I think, for example of June, my Spiritual Director.
How wonderfully therapeutic it is to share — almost anything — with June. All my diverse parts . . . all my failings and falling short . . . have a safe place to be heard.
With June, I hear myself speaking. And the power of that has ten times the power of “hearing” myself thinking — or even writing things down.
I suspect that is because You want us to connect with one another. I respect and admire June, but there is no hierarchical structure to our time together. There is a Mutuality to the Flow of Your Spirit. After all, God, You are the Head — we are the Body. As we share, we build connections to You and to one another — and we also build connections with our diverse (and sometimes scorned) selves.
We are told to pray in secret — in our prayer closet. But we have the promise that when two or three gather together in Your Name — You will BE THERE WITH THEM.
That is a BIG promise, God! And sometimes I can even “sense” the reality of it. Thank You!