I've often heard it said, and have even experienced myself, that more often than not, the most powerful sermon a person will hear comes in two very simple but meaningful words: "Me, too." For those of us who are going through a very wintry season, a slowly-progressing season of healing, those words can bring light into what is often a very dark and lonely corner of our existence. 

Yesterday, for me, was a very difficult day, emotionally. It happens, along this road of healing and transition. If I am honest, in those difficult days, it becomes that much harder for me to be assured of the closeness and the presence of my Heavenly Father. I'm glad to say that, often in those moments, God has heard my heart cry out for a glimpse of His face. Yesterday, I asked for friends and family to pray for me, as I was in the thick of this difficult day, and last night, God answered those prayers, as I looked up from a sandwich order I was making at work, and saw the face of a friend whom I hadn't seen for a few weeks. Today, I had the opportunity to sit and share a meal with my friend, and we spent time sharing our hearts, and sitting back in wonder, as we realized just how alike our stories were, how alike our respective seasons of healing actually were. In those shared moments of "Me, too,", I truly believe that God was present, reminding us that He has not left us. I believe that healing took place in that moment. 

Today, I was reminded of the importance of the Body of Christ healing together in community, praying together, talking together. In those real and raw, tear-filled and heart-spilling-all-over moments shared together, God finds us, in the very place we are, and reminds us that we are not alone in our valleys, just as we are not alone in our mountaintops. 

Healing is painful. Old things die away, to allow new life and change to come about. It hurts. Sometimes, it's downright excruciating. It's messy, and hard. But the healing is necessary, and best left in the hands of a more-than-capable God who knows us far better than we know ourselves. Despite how painful this journey has been, I am deeply thankful for what I affectionately call the "never-so-chance meetings" God has orchestrated for me with dear ones who, in one way or another, can say the words, "Me, too," and mean it from the very core of their being. Those words have allowed us to heal, together, to walk, together. 

Healing in Community. Don't underestimate its power. 

Blessings.