Recently a friend shared something she was experiencing that was intensely private and overwhelmingly painful. It was a moment when life does not make sense. When all the nice, sweet things I could say would ring hollow. I could remind her that God is good, that she can trust Him. But really, she needed me to listen.
To be present.
Weeping with those who weep (Romans 12:15) is, for most of us, the most unnatural response. I want to fix the problem now. Not being able to do something makes me feel helpless.
How often I forget that simply saying, “I’m sorry you’re going through this” can go a long way. Few people need someone to instruct, admonish, or share their own life experiences.
I’m challenging myself this week to slow down enough to listen.