Two Are Better Than One
Does your soul ever feel restless? Do you ver feel a pull that wants to take you away from the ordinary and the mundane places?
And you would go in an instant, but it's hard to take the first step when you have no idea what direction exactly your soul wants to travel in.
Don't worry…I'm not talking about packing up and moving on. I'm talking about growing. About becoming. About discovering. About stretching.
But sometimes the thought of that is just as overwhelming as putting your whole house into brown boxes and relocating all of it to a new address.
Because relocating your heart…redirecting your soul…
I just read a book written by a dear friend of mine, Jennie Allen.
It's called Restless.
It has been a catalyst for my soul. The book invites you to analyze your places, and your suffering, and your passions, and the people that make up your life and write them all out so you can see them. Jennie says that the combination of those themes can help us determine where our steps should lead.
This week I have been absorbed in the section on people. That's because Jennie asked two questions that have taken up a fair share of my pondering hours…
Who do you need?
Who needs you?
You are supposed to pick five people for each list…and right off the bat it was easy for me to fill in those lines. But then I started pondering, and I quickly realized something that wasn't readily apparent in the beginning…
The people I love the very most fit under both categories…they need me, and I couldn't live without them.
It reminded me of a conversation I had a few months ago on a road trip I had taken with those I love the most. We had been driving for quite a while, long enough to have settled into the steady rhythm of the car. It was Ian's job to keep me awake at the wheel. He is good for conversation…a deep thinker. Wise.
We were talking about how he showed up at my door one October night asking for the Coach. Tears streaming down his face. His soul crying out for change, his heart desperate to know more of the Lord. He started attending church with us. Then he came over for dinner and homework help. Within a few months he had moved in.
And Garett. You remember Garett. The boy Greg picked up off the curb and brought home one afternoon in August.
Ian asked if our life would have been different if they hadn't both moved in.
It would have been different.
Do you know the moment when your mind reviews the past in an instant? Flashbacks of meeting with teachers, sitting with principals, cheering at football games, talking about the Bible, defining boundaries, patching up heartaches, and watching the transition that happens when Jesus takes a boy's heart and molds him into a man. I remembered a letter Garett had given me on Mother's Day several years before…"I love you so much I am so gratfull to have you in my lif. I wouldn't no what to do without or I don't no where I would be…"
It was in that moment that Ian interrupted my flashback…"you know," he said, "me and Garett always thought you were for us, but have you ever wondered if maybe we were for you?"
I am different because of them. My heart has grown and stretched. There are things I have discovered that I never would have known. Their stories have molded me into the person I have become.
Because they needed me. Because I needed them.
I am reminded of one of my favorite verses in Eccles 4:9-10 "Two are better than one…for if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falleth; for he hath not another to help him up."
Oh, how we need each other.
A Daily Invitation
Today who do you need?
Today who needs you?