When the words don’t come

I have been silent for a few days, busy with work and day to day life. Wanting to write, but unsure of what to say. I have always been more comfortable with guys than girls as friends- minus my three female besties. I have also become the “mom” to many young men and women. I have given relationship advice, parenting advice, and listened as my “kids” tell me about their broken hearts. I have grown to love each one of them dearly.

One of these precious people battles with mental health issues. I have not been given privy to the specifics, but I have learned to read certain signals for the days when he is down. I want to be able to encourage him, give him an ear to bend as needed. But I don’t have “magic” words. I don’t even have words that would fit a “muggle.”

What do you do when the words don’t come?

The more I want to be an encourager, the more I find how many are people are in need of some sunshine. I know that being a happy person can be difficult. Others may have hearts that are shaded gray and dark, while my heart is full of joy and gratitude.

As a believer, hope and faith have grown in me, like a seedling in well prepared soil. My heart desires the blessings of knowing that there is more than just the sorrow and pain around me. I pray for the hearts of those who hurt. I pray I will see it and know how to respond to their hurt. In fact one of my favorite verses is a prayer for just that. Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you believe in Him so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit, (Romans‬ ‭15:13‬ ‭HCSB). ‬‬

So, this is what it comes down to in the end. A prayer and an invitation. May those who need it, hear it and accept the invitation.

Dear Friend, please hear me. You are valuable. You are treasured. Your sweet way of stopping during our day to check in with me means so much. I wrestle with finding the balance between being a “mom” and being a close friend. I am here. My ear is waiting to be bent. My couch is comfy, I have big pillows to lean on, smaller pillows to hug, blankets to bundle under. My kitchen is full of food to eat, things to drink. I have beds to sleep in when you’re tired. Do not walk on to the battlefield alone. I am your friend and I am here.

With love, oxoxoxo

About gretchenr17

Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Writer, farmer, fellow sojourner... at every turn I learn a bit more about God's wild mercies.
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