Others will never see!
The other day I found myself sharing about my childhood home and the tiny little community I grew up in. At one point I even pulled up pictures and maps to explain what I was talking about. This other person of course heard me but the picture in his head was NOT the picture I saw in my own head.
Later that same day I found myself with tears streaming down my face as I was attempting to share a sensitive memory with a friend. A person that knows me better than anyone else in my life. Yet, the words that I was trying to share were not getting through the knot that I felt in my chest and the memory that was right behind my eyes. I stumbled over words and tried to dance around painting a picture but knowing that whatever picture I painted would NEVER truly explain the immensity of the memory.
And as I sat later listening to someone else share on a here and now type situation that was swirling and consuming their lives…