I looked down at my phone at 11:03pm to see her name and I knew right away that something was wrong. Still, I answered the phone cheerfully, hoping her response would be just as chipper. Sniffles and heavy breathing on the other side of the phone confirmed my initial suspicions. Something was definitely wrong.
I spent the next 27 minutes listening to her recount the goodbye. A sudden and unexpected plunge into heartbreak. One minute they were tied together as “we” and the next they were separated into “him” and “me.”
My heart broke for her as I listened to her taking deep breaths on the other end of the receiver. I knew her pain all too well. This just isn’t how things were meant to be. Our hearts weren’t made to be broken. They weren’t made to be handled so carelessly.
I took out a blank card and wrote down a few verses of scripture and a couple “Break up 101 tips,” but I knew there wasn’t anything I could say to make the pain go away. I knew that no sentence was going to magically sew the ripped parts of her heart back together. She didn’t need break-up tips. She didn’t need words. She needed someone to show up and be there for her. She needed to know that someone was going to stick around for her. She didn’t need someone to have all of the answers. She just needed someone to be there. She needed someone to pick up the pieces of her hearts debris and stay with her until she found the strength to put it together.
So I got in my car and I showed up. With coffee in hand and a lack of answers. And we talked about the two of them and I read her my favorite Psalms and I stayed up with her until I heard her breathing slow down and could tell that she was finally asleep.
I think that’s what this life is about. I don’t think we need to have all of the answers all of the time. I think we just need to show up and love the heck out of the people we care about.
And then, after we’ve shown up, and time plays its part in the mending process, we can watch and celebrate when they take those broken pieces and grow strong again and use them to make something even more beautiful than before.
So this post is for you Kayla- may you find gold in the wreckage as you work through the broken pieces…and until then, I’ll be right here. I’ll always show up.