Climb in?

May I ask you a question? When others are full of fear and hurting can we give them permission to hurt, permission to suffer and be filled with fear? Can we also crawl into their emotional prison and share the burden?

My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner.

“Sometimes it’s just best to let nature take its course.” I thought about that the other day as I looked out over Noname Creek behind the house. The creek is prone to drying up about mid-July and I was thinking perhaps there was something I could do to keep that from happening. If I moved some of the rocks mid-stream deepening the channel a bit, perhaps the water would flow more evenly? I pondered the thought for a moment and then it struck me. That little creek had been drying up for years and who was I to change that? “Best to let nature takes its course.”

When someone is hurting, is it sometimes wise to let things take their course? Why bother to intervene anyway?

Here’s a story: “Grandpa walked into the family room and found his little grandson, Jeffy, standing up in his playpen, crying. When Jeffy saw his grandpa he immediately reached up his chubby little hands. ‘Out Papa, out!’ What grandpa could resist such a plea? He walked over to the playpen and began to reach down just when Jeffy’s mother walked in. ‘No, Jeffy! You’re being punished. You have to stay in bed! Leave him right there, Dad.’ Oh, fine. Now what’s a grandpa to do? He couldn’t stand staying in the same room with the boy, reading his newspaper and pretending to ignore Jeffy and he couldn’t just walk away? Love found a way. Since Grandpa couldn’t take Jeffy out of the playpen, he climbed in with him. ‘If you’re in the playpen, Buddy, I’m in the playpen. How long are you in for?’ And finding a big, jolly grand- pa suddenly filling his little prison cell, the little boy found comfort even in his captivity.”(Dennis Lawrence,