“Save me” – When the enemy is outside, calling for Father, calling out to be saved, it’s natural and sane. When we slide into overwork, the mental load is crushing, and we forget our boundaries. We feel like we can’t say no. Because those asking for our help seem helpless. Be that our kids or needy friends or friends who are so overwhelmed themselves that they don’t filer their requests. The hot potato game is not my favorite.
I am part of a beautiful community. Though we meet online weekly, we lived at some point only miles away, and we share many many experiences together. What makes them my go to people, is their vulnerability, and consistency. We don’t meet occasionally when it’s convenient. It doesn’t take too much energy to show up, and when we show up it’s real.
Listening to my three sisters last week a poem emerged soon after our meeting. There are people who trailed off though we were many at first. I’m a big fan of freewill and no amount of coercion beats the inner drive to be present, to show up for another, to listen intently.
On a couple occasions I have been an outsider. My experience was different. But I could still listen and empathize.
Here is my ode to my psalm group. David gives us all a voice.
Bearing witness –
the remnant
a safe place to confront our darkest hours
While sister and brothers to not shy away
But tearfully embrace and pray
Dreams and hopes and visions
Finding delight in the present
Despite the wounds, the trauma and the fears
If it were not for our Lord Savior
Who answered faithfully our desperate plea
“Come now for I will surely perish”
The darkness would have swallowed us whole
But as he holds fast our hand and steadies us
Our darkest hour becomes brighter than the noonday sun