I got to talk to a couple former students about big life choices today. One young lady has faced multiple rejections from her dream plans, despite being a perfect candidate (perfect test scores, hundreds of volunteer hours, beloved by faculty, etc, etc). She made the comment, “What really stings is that growing up everyone told me I’d be able to go to any school I wanted, and I’d be able to go for free.”
My eyes got big. “They told me the same thing.”
I once read the two most important, life-giving words you can tell someone is “Me too.”
But sometimes my story seems so weird. So unrelatable.
That’s the lie right there, my friends. May we never fall into that trap.
So I listened. And I had to laugh at how similar our experiences were.
And while she isn’t getting what she wanted, I hope that my story of not getting what I wanted—but ending up loving what I have infinitely more—gave some peace.
We have to share our stories—both our joys and our sorrows. We have to allow others to take comfort from them, because that’s when healing happens for us, too.
We have to remember we belong to one another.
“Our tendency in the midst of suffering is to turn on God. To get angry and bitter and shake our fist at the sky and say, “God, you don’t know what it’s like! You don’t understand! You have no idea what I’m going through. You don’t have a clue how much this hurts.”
The cross is God’s way of taking away all of our accusations, excuses, and arguments.
The cross is God taking on flesh and blood and saying, “Me too.””