Common Skeletons
Tonight I had coffee with somebody that I had never met until tonight. All I knew about her is that her name is Mandy, she's enlisted in the air force, and we share one similar event in our pasts: our father's have committed suicide.I went into this evening halfway excited, halfway freaked out, but 100% looking forward to the night. I have never met anybody who can look me dead in the eyes (besides family of course) and say, "I understand." Plenty have tried with good hearts and intentions, but they really can't understand. It's such a crappy thing to have experienced that unless you actually have you just can't fully grasp the depth and wide gamete of emotions that are invoked through such an experience.
And thus I came into this evening. I had no idea what to expect. We had no agenda, no "lets talk about this...", and really no idea what was going to happen. However what did happen blew my mind. Check this out.
Our faiths have become solid due to both experiences. She was totally drawn to God through the experience, I was busted up by the experience to the point that I needed God. We are both grateful for the experiences. We both understand what it's like not to be understood. Even more crazy - both our mothers received anonymous checks for unstated reasons just before unpaid bills (that lacked money to pay them) were due. We talked. We shared stories. And I know for myself, it validated many of the feelings that I've had. It also encouraged me to realize that it's okay to struggle - but furthermore to realize where it's taken me and the fruit that has come from the experience. It encouraged me to see that God is indeed faithful - that he really does care about us when we hurt here. How cool is that?
posted by Devo @ 1:02 AM
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