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Unspeakable Grace: Those People

A night owl myself, I hesitate to tag “good” on the front of that greeting often. Some mornings don’t feel good at all, some are just okay, and others are downright terrible. Yesterday was one of those terrible mornings for me and I was still reeling a little from it this morning.
As God so faithfully does, He planted seeds of grace throughout what turned out to be a very difficult day. I was still required to walk through the messy and had no choice but to handle the hard, but just when I needed to tag out, He provided just right the people to let me. Just when I thought my chin wouldn’t quit quivering, something undeniably funny would prompt me to laugh again.
We as believers know the Lord is with us in every circumstance, but He is just easier to feel in the sunshine sometimes. When the darkness closes in or the frightening flashes in front of our faces, fear threatens to block our view. This is where friends come in.
I firmly believe one of the enemy’s most effective tools he uses to keep us from seeing and living in God’s best for us is isolating us. If he can convince us to withdraw and retreat, those tales of despair and devastation, burdens and bitterness, fear and failure will be all we hear. We’ll lean into the lies until we believe they’re true and become paralyzed and do nothing for the Kingdom.
Sister, do you have friends who SEE you like He sees you? Do you have friends who love you enough to speak truth into your circumstances even as your heart despairs? Do you have anybody who will just sit with you when you need to sit in silence, but then spring into action to help you when you can’t do this on your own -no matter how hard you try or how badly you want to?
We all need those people. Moreover, we need to be those people. That’s what the body of Christ is for. She gets a bad rap, but when she’s healthy, the church is able to administer healing the world simply doesn’t have to offer, healing we can never find all by ourselves.
Reach for the hands of those who need someone to come alongside them today. Shoulder the load of your friends who need somebody to help hold up their arms for a little while when you get the chance.
When morning dawns on a hard day and you can’t face it alone, that enemy who’s luring you to solitude will be nowhere to be found. Friends who are closer than brothers will be the hands and feet of Jesus to you and they’ll show you the way out. They'll lead you to hope and turn your face toward life again.
Seek those people today. Be those people today. See and be seen. Love and be loved.

In Christ alone,



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