Gosh. I am going to repeat the headline, just in case you missed it.
Sometimes life is not all that it’s quacked up to be.
You’ve experienced this in your own life at times?
The feeling that you want life to be different from how it presents itself. That such-and-such shouldn’t happen. That everything should be rose-colored and delightful, happy and joyful, OK, not just joyful–how about blissful, too?
At other times we try to just accept how life is in its changing forms, trying to invoke a greater wisdom or power.
I’ve been hearing sad stories the last couple of days. From friends. Stories that make your heart want to just–break. Stories of marital challenges. Stories of health challenges. Stories of personal challenges.
Don’t you sometimes just want to throw your arms around the world and whisper, “Heal, please heal…”
What advice can you give a friend when everything seems so muddled and confused? Sometimes the best advice is simply to be a listening presence who agrees that life is not all happy quacking. To listen deeply, and to respond from the heart, even though you don’t know if your words are right or wrong, will help or hinder or possibly heal.
As many of you know, Barry had arthroscopic surgery on his right knee last Wednesday. The surgeon found two cartilage tears and lots of arthritis. It’s healing nicely. His surgery for his left knee is scheduled for the day-before-Thanksgiving.
His left knee has been getting worse and worse. The man can hardly walk at times, I tell ya.
Last night the pain in his left calf increased. It was not good. I felt like my heart would break for the months and months of pain he’s experienced. His lower leg swelled to twice the size of the surgeried leg.
We were thinking blod clot. Oh no. That would not be good.
He went to the doc this afternoon for a nice ultrasound session.
Fortunately, no clot.
Instead it’s something called a Baker’s Cyst. In his left knee. And it’s burst, causing swelling and pain.
It takes three weeks to heal.
Just in time for his next knee surgery.
I sat up for two hours on the couch last night, feeling the hurting of the world and breathing my heart into it.
Blessings to all those who are suffering today.
Hope life is all quacked up to a good place soon, dear hurting ones.
Readers, what do you do when you’re sitting with a hurting friend or the hurting world? Do you have any advice to share?