The cashier at Target wasn’t speaking clearly. I couldn’t understand her when she totaled up the stuff in my buggy.
I know the jokes about how Target trips always slip up on you when it’s time to pay.
But, this time it was the mask(s). She and I were struggling to speak clearly, to understand one another.
I thought of telling someone how I was feeling the other day and then I didn’t.
Buried it, the best kept secret.
They have enough of their own I decided.
But, the more I thought about the burdens we are masking, the more concerned I am about the damage it is doing.
We’re all becoming way too okay with staying hidden, with keeping our sorrows to ourselves in a kind attempt not to add to the distress of another, family, friend or anyone else.
I think most of us are overwhelmed. Most of us know those around us are as well.
So we keep it to ourselves.
We don’t admit the feeling of being alone, all by ourselves, because we don’t want to let on that we are really feeling hopeless.
Or maybe some are not.
Still, I am worried that we’re keeping too much to ourselves.
Today I had the chance to hear from a likeminded soul.
We despise the masks required of us. They make us sad, angry, concerned that we can’t say so because others will call us selfish.
And that one ten minute exchange gave me hope, gave me freedom, told me another human understands.
I hope God sends someone your way who will listen and that you’ll be energized by the commonalities, by the similar angst.
“So encourage each other and build each other up, just as you are already doing.”
1 Thessalonians 5:11 NLT
I urge you not to keep your fears hidden, your fatigue over uncertain futures, your walking around in a daze akin to disassociation.
I pray you find an encourager, a listener who is open to your “tell all” conversation and that you come away better; known, loved and heard.
I pray I open my heart to the heartaches of others and that I reciprocate the kind listening I was gifted today.
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I quite understand! Yet, life is always changing.. I figure if we can make it from being water-beings (in the womb) to suddenly being air-breathers one day, we’ll come through this okay, too. Indeed, I hope I’ll be more kind as well as wiser!
Although we don’t talk, your words of encouragement always speak to me. You are my person. And, I thank you for remaining in my life.
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I hate masks because they hide us and then we begin hiding behind them. I’m glad someone listened. xo