Sometimes life throws you a curve ball. Most times it’s something that other people can say, “That sucks, dude, I’ve been there.” You both know it’s going to better even though things do truly suck. You know that the other person understands and can commiserate sincerely and hey, maybe they’ll even pour you some wine or hand you a beer. Or if you’re my best friend she’ll have a box of Pudding Pops that she magically managed to find in the one store left in America that still has them.
But then something happens to someone else that puts things into a new perspective, you’re thrown for a loop, and you hope you can help someone else pick up some pieces… even though you know you’ve never been there. That not many people can say they have. That they’re living in a private hell and are afraid of judgments and losing friends over what’s happening. At the same time, you’re sort of grateful that your own curve ball (serious as it is) isn’t the same sort of hell.
You’re not just “sort of” grateful. You ARE grateful and you’d be stupid if you weren’t. Because this isn’t a curve ball so much as a running kick in the balls with spiked steel-toed boots.
All I can do besides reach out is pray and not disparage the name of those involved. My apologies for vague-blogging, but there’s plenty about this going online right now in my town and I can’t stomach publicly perpetuating anything negative about my friends. And as for our personal situation at home right now, we’re still not ready to share although we appreciate everyone’s continued prayers. I WILL say that if you’re the type that likes to have something specific to direct in your prayers, I’m currently and actively job hunting. 🙂