Storms of life come and go just like the weather. Some days we are in the storm, I mean really in it… Deep. In. It! Life is feeling like you are stuck in the worlds strongest hurricanes, as we are seeing more and more of in today’s times. Then, some days are full of beautiful sunshine, rainbows, singing songbirds and a gentle breeze that makes our even better than it was before. The butterflies and hummingbirds and all their majesty remind us that life is filled with beauty everywhere we look. And, then there are the days of cold dreary rains, days that feel like the rain cloud is just over our own head, and everything is soggy. These days help us appreciate the others! Whatever your weather is today,
We have the choice to be the sunshine in someone else’s storm.
We have the choice to be the sunshine in our own storm as well. When we are able to look at the bright side of everything, we are able to help others see it as well. When we come across that person who is being hounded by that dreary rain cloud. We have the choice to offer them sunshine, and a nice breeze to blow the cloud away, with nice words of encouragement and a compliment that might change their whole day, instead of offering them more rain, because their rain got on your shoes.
It is not about giving back what we get from others,
it is about giving what they need, what we need,
which is always love.
You just never know what others are going through. You never know how hard their day maybe, maybe they got some really bad news with a capital C from the doctor, maybe they just lost a loved one or family member and do not know how to process it. Maybe their spouse just left them, or they were up all night with a very sick child, but can not afford to miss work. Maybe they are covered with chronic pain and doing the best they can. We simply never know.
A kind word is a healing gift to the mind, body, and soul.
I really do my best to never judge others as I never know what their whole story is, nor the baggage they bear. I can not know how hard their life is, or how hard it is to walk in their shoes. I do always try to put myself in their place to understand better what others are going through. We can never imagine the complexity of someone else’s life, trauma or horror stories, nor can they understand ours. We can only assume, according to what we understand by how our own lives are going, and even then our assumption can only be based on what they allow us to see. What we think we know is true for them, may be completely wrong, so it is never OK to judge anyone according to our own uneducated guesses, only God knows ALL of EVERYTHING. We could never even begin to understand it all, our heads would explode.
Instead of trying to guess or assume to judge, let’s let our hearts explode instead and cover them with love, grace, kindness, understanding. Get up close and ask how you can pray for them, help them, do something for them. Not out of pity, but out of love.
One thing I know for sure is that…
I know this because I was very judged growing up… because of who my family was, where I grew up, and how I always smelled like horse poo because I lived on a farm. My family were very wild, to say the least, lots of drugs, lots of abuse, and even teenage pregnancy due to a rape. We have no control over who our parents are, nor the life they chose for us until we are old enough to get away from it. I cried out for help to teachers, and counselors in my youth only to not be believed or told to toughen up. Many authorities were afraid of my family, so they did nothing.
I have worked through YEARS of forgiveness, triggers, pain, and agony. PTSD is not only for soldiers, I know that is for sure. I can now say that I have forgiven and harbor no ill feelings towards them or anyone, mostly… every now and then a lost seed inside will try to sprout out, and I have to very quickly pull that thorny weed out from roots or it will take over and destroy me all over again.
The good side of it all is I learned so many lessons there. I learned who and what NOT to be. I learned how to understand mostly anything and everything that anyone has been through. I learned how to laugh, love, and keep going through the hardest of times. How to find the bright side, even if that light had to come from within.
I had to first forgive, then forgive again, and again and again, I had to thank the lessons and the inner muscles of life that it built inside of me. Nobody knew my story or the pain I was in all through school, nor did they care enough to ask and possibly save me from years of trauma and the deep scars that remind me that I am still healing even today. They assumed, they judged, they didn’t help. But I forgive them for that as well, because they did not know. They did not know the story, they did not know the pain I was in. They also didn’t know how to deal with their own stuff. I did not know what they were going through either, and for my own pain being so big, I did not ask them how I could help them either. So for that, I ask forgiveness.
Shared pain, lessens the burden. Help each other more, and hurt a little less. Shared pain also helps us know that we are not alone in this life. We may have different flavors of pain, but, pain is pain and it all hurts the same, and Love is the only thing that covers it, that heals it, that sends it away.
So save the judging for God, and God alone. Start loving instead like we’re supposed to do. You never ever know what someone is going through and I absolutely guarantee that you showing them love, at all times, no matter what, will make whatever they’re going through a little easier to bear. Be the sunlight in someone’s storm.
P.S. Share your pain and struggles in the comments and let’s all send each other sunshine and prayers. We are never, ever alone! I will pray for you and send you all my love from here. Share this post, and let’s share each other’s pain. ❤️