There is Still Love Here

DISCLAIMER:  The women in this post do not follow the blog.  Just in case you try to figure out if it’s one of y’all.  It’s not!!

 She was telling me of an issue with her sister.  As a “fix it” personality I was struggling to just listen instead of scanning my spaghetti brain for

THE ANSWER

AN ANSWER

ANY ANSWER

I had nothing.

So I quieted my soul, said a quick silent prayer and listened.

For those of you with better listening skills I applaud you – because when I listen to someone in pain my heart actually hurts.  The fixer in me suffers pain when you suffer pain.

When you cry, my emotions freeze – my crying mechanism is broken and I do not look forward to the time when God decides to heal it because I hate to cry.

As I listened, my eyes began to burn, the tears were coming and there was a pain in my chest like a vice.

So much pain.  No solution.

How can a sister cause so much pain?

How can a sister not know she is doing it?

How can a sister not care?

I had no solution.  She did not mind.  I just stood there with tears in my eyes and she thanked me for listening.

We finished the conversation and as I turned to leave I noticed an odd thing…..

A little fake bird – you know the ones in fake flower arrangements?  I had never noticed it before and it was not in a plant or a

nest – it was just there.  I mentioned that I had not noticed it before and asked about it’s significance.

To which she replied “_________ gave it to me.  Cardinals have a special meaning for me.”

I got goose bumps all over me – I asked her to tell me again, just to be sure I heard correctly.  Yes, the very sister causing her such grief had a place of honor and significance right there.

Then I lovingly said…….”There is still love here.”

She looked at me as if I had said something in a magic language.  She looked at the bird in stunned belief.  The little red cardinal was an answer.  He was the answer.

No matter what her sister has done – love will prevail.   Love will survive.