I’ve read a lot of articles that say, “Don’t ask.” They’ll be about illness, infertility,
divorce. “It’s personal,” they remind
us, “so mind your own business.”
Today I was in a woman’s house. I don’t know her. I have talked to her a couple of times. I will be doing some work for her. I suppose I broke the rules, because after
she’d told me a little about her life, raising two little boys though she’s
their grandmother and wasn’t planning to do motherhood all over again, I asked
her if she’s raising them alone. And you
know what, this woman wanted to share.
She’s desperately lonely in her situation, and not only feeling like she’s
the only one going through this kind of thing, but also just generally like she
doesn’t have anyone to talk to, anyone to love and support her.
I think I know how she feels. I have wonderful friends, who know me and my
story very well. And I still feel lonely
sometimes, still would rather that people sincerely ask what is going on in my
life and how I feel about it. Even the
private, personal things. If it takes me
a minute or two to figure out how to answer with appropriate discretion, that
awkwardness is worth it to me for what it buys: relationship.
To God be all glory.
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