Just Write {103}

September 23, 2013

After all of this drought, we were caught in a deluge. Running out into it was like standing under a bucket, dumping it over yourself, drenching.

We took shelter every time we could, bus stops, full trees, building awnings, but it was so much. So much water.

Our feet would slap slap slap the ground, counting out a rhythm out of tune with the rain drops whoosh, all at once. Over and over.

We ran from the sidewalk to a path through the Texas state capitol’s grounds. Our clothes and hair were soaked all the way through, puddles in my shoes. I had been hanging with a bunch of do-gooding out of towners and they were all like, Drought. Yeah, right.

I know, it doesn’t seem like it right now, but it’s true.

We ducked back inside to hear more speakers and we stood at the back, because, soaked. I thought about the ways people can know each other and there’s not only a few. Troy and Tara Livesay. From the Internet. Five years and more, we’ve known each other now, even when we go months without a peep from each other.

Over lunch, I talked with Tara about all the things, mostly the hard things, and I know there’s nothing I can say to her to shock her or confuse her or have her think less of me. This friendship is a gift to my bumpy life.

Drops of water dripped to the floor at our feet and I wiped mascara from under my eyes. Tara’s hair looked ready for a towel and we shivered in the air conditioning inside the church, at Idea Camp. We were listening to our friend Seth Haines up front and suddenly it hit me extra hard even though no claps of thunder woke me up.

I’m so grateful. There are people in my life that teach me so much, so many kindred people, all across my life and all its years and from all kinds of places and in all those ways. I am grateful.

I just had two days of listening to people who truly want to meet the needs of people in poverty, the homeless, the orphan, the trafficked… And I heard them admit that they don’t know what to do, with problems so complex and ginormous. Like Troy and Tara in Haiti, the way they just keep going and going for the love of the Haitian people, no matter if they understand it all or see a dent in progress. That isn’t the point, it seems. The point is just to love, to keep believing that it matters. It does. It’s a deluge that drenches and makes you laugh with its ridiculousness after so much time in the dry. Love is to just show up and sit in it, to wait and work and stay.

I stood there dripping and grateful and I thought, To want people to have their dignity, we must only do that–love–without our own agenda (Mark Horvath) and sometimes showing every person this kind of respect is all they really want. Respect that triggers a start to overcoming. Overcoming doesn’t always look like overcoming on paper. 

Overcoming is feeling less alone.

When I got home, after all of the being together, I sat down by Ryan on the couch and put my head on his shoulder. I started to cry. For the love. I was just sad, I guess. But mostly grateful. What is it, he asked.

I don’t know. I guess I just really love these people and the stuff we talked about was big and I’m just overwhelmed…processing…but I’m so grateful. I know, it doesn’t seem like it right now, but it’s true.

and just like that the drought was over.

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Liv September 23, 2013 at 9:48 pm

Thanks for reminding me that droughts do end. All kinds.
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bluecottonmemory September 23, 2013 at 10:30 pm

You are so right – to just love – that’s what we are called to do – love Jesus way – and by doing that, they meet Him:) I love deluges:) I love how God shows himself in them!!

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Heather B September 24, 2013 at 12:23 am

The rain was glorious!!! Idea Camp sounds great! Love when people are willing to help others!
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kendal September 24, 2013 at 4:56 am

“after so much time in the dry. ” yeah.
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Amy jung September 24, 2013 at 5:13 am

Praise God for moving in people’s hearts about the needs in the world. Praise God for ending droughts. Praise God for rain and tears. Thanks for sharing your story…
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Arnebya September 24, 2013 at 10:18 am

The parallels of literal drought and emotional drought are shockingly surprising to me right now. It’s like someone clicked a switch and I saw somethingthat should have been startlingly clear. Thank you.
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Meegs September 24, 2013 at 10:50 am

Feast and famine, isn’t that always the way of life. Thank you for the reminder, so fitting with where I am right now too.
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Vikki September 24, 2013 at 10:58 am

Oh that last line…
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Kate Hopper September 24, 2013 at 11:14 am

Lovely. Just lovely!

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Tara September 24, 2013 at 11:34 am

why do you like to make people cry?

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Kelly @ Love Well September 24, 2013 at 11:53 am

I wasn’t at Idea Camp, but so many pieces of my heart was. Posts like this make me wonder if I wasn’t there after all.
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Kelly @ Love Well September 24, 2013 at 11:53 am

So many pieces of my my heart WERE. WERE! Grammar done be hard when you’re emoting.
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Seth September 24, 2013 at 1:31 pm

I know you poured your life into the people at that Idea Camp, Heather. I know it, and am so glad you were there.

Also, thank you for not mentioning that I looked like a wet dog up there. Because… you know… I did.
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