She showed up at my front door. Unannounced with this in her hand:
“How are you really, Kristen?”
Now let me just say, normally I am ALL ABOUT THE CUPCAKE.
But something unusual happened: she waited for me to tell her. Really tell her.
And while the cupcake caught my interest, her words grabbed my heart.
I couldn’t remember the last time someone had added that word –the one that changed the trite question I hear every single day.
And so we stood at the door for a long time, me gripping sugar, tasting salt, pouring it out.
She waited for my words. The ones that I longed to say. And she just listened. Nodding her head, tilting it with empathy. And then she hugged me, told me she would pray.
I thanked her for the goodie, but mostly for asking and listening.
Sometimes we just need to be heard. I closed my front door, lighter with the burden I didn’t know I was bottling up, keeping in. I usually just nod my head with, “Yes, I’m good. Everything’s great.” I didn’t even know I was waiting on someone to really ask.
Today, you’re either in one place or the other: You sit reading these words and the salt pools and you are silently begging yes, please ask me. The burden is so heavy. Or you need to find the neighbor, friend, lonely mom after school, and ask, How are you, really?
Because I will tell you, I walked away from that experience, wondering how many women in my life are waiting on me to:
Ask (the question). Wait (for an answer). Listen (to her cares). Pray (for her).
With our rushing and racing, we miss this opportunity and fill the space with empty words and continue in a secluded pain that isn’t God’s ideal for the Body of Christ.
We are the body. You. Me. And we need to carry one another’s burdens.
So, tell me, how are you doing?
by Kristen Welch, We are THAT family
*photo source (because did you really think I would take a picture before I ate the choco chip cupcake??)