A friend posted, "Playing Marco Polo By Myself".
It speaks of loneliness and feeling uncared for and unwanted.
I think in everyone's life, there are moments, periods where we all feel this way. We feel like no one really cares, no one really notices. No one is there.
I have felt the same as her very often. What difference do I really make? When I speak to someone does it really matter? Why does it feel like no one is really listening?
On the "To Nineveh" blog, she writes: "Lonely is hearing a friend ask how you're doing...and then hearing the "multitasking pause" between your comment and their response."
I have felt that same way. I just have never heard of it in written form, so eloquently told.
I believe that we are all too busy. Too busy for stopping and really asking a friend how they are. Too busy to think that someone else would care enough to really hear of how you're feeling. Life is just too, too busy.
There are computers, tv's, cell phones, i-pods and so much more to distract us from really caring about one another. The care is probably there, just, well, we're too busy.
We need to start a movement. "Slow down to care."
When you notice that your friend needs to talk, or needs to just sit with you and feel loved without any words, take that time to do that.
I am of the mind set that I would love to sit and listen to my friends tell me how they are struggling and to just let them sit and talk, or be quiet. BUT, I also don't feel like anyone would want to listen to me talking about something that I struggle with. Why is that?
One thing that I know for sure though is, that until we meet Him, there will always be a deep longing and loneliness in our hearts. We can help one another, we can hold each other's hands and help each other through these dark times of abandonment and just let the other know that we sometimes feel the same way too and that they are loved.
So very loved.
~B
[Your name here], you are loved, don't forget it.
It speaks of loneliness and feeling uncared for and unwanted.
I think in everyone's life, there are moments, periods where we all feel this way. We feel like no one really cares, no one really notices. No one is there.
I have felt the same as her very often. What difference do I really make? When I speak to someone does it really matter? Why does it feel like no one is really listening?
On the "To Nineveh" blog, she writes: "Lonely is hearing a friend ask how you're doing...and then hearing the "multitasking pause" between your comment and their response."
I have felt that same way. I just have never heard of it in written form, so eloquently told.
I believe that we are all too busy. Too busy for stopping and really asking a friend how they are. Too busy to think that someone else would care enough to really hear of how you're feeling. Life is just too, too busy.
There are computers, tv's, cell phones, i-pods and so much more to distract us from really caring about one another. The care is probably there, just, well, we're too busy.
We need to start a movement. "Slow down to care."
When you notice that your friend needs to talk, or needs to just sit with you and feel loved without any words, take that time to do that.
I am of the mind set that I would love to sit and listen to my friends tell me how they are struggling and to just let them sit and talk, or be quiet. BUT, I also don't feel like anyone would want to listen to me talking about something that I struggle with. Why is that?
One thing that I know for sure though is, that until we meet Him, there will always be a deep longing and loneliness in our hearts. We can help one another, we can hold each other's hands and help each other through these dark times of abandonment and just let the other know that we sometimes feel the same way too and that they are loved.
So very loved.
~B
[Your name here], you are loved, don't forget it.
1 comment:
Dear B, I love you!
I'm so glad you've been posting recently, I love you for your ((hug)), and I'm very appreciative that you share that I'm not alone...in my loneliness...
The past day or so has been spent in my "hooker clothes," but my thoughts and heart are encouraged still by your simple little ((hug)).
You're one of my heroines!
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