I sat in Bible study amazed at what I was hearing.
The woman who was leading was confessing something she had struggled with for years. She said it was really hard for her to share, but God had really pressed it on her heart that someone in the room needed to hear it.
That someone was me.
Several months ago I had been in a situation where I needed to talk to someone about that very struggle, but I didn’t know who to turn to. I wasn’t the one who was struggling personally, and I didn’t feel like I could talk to just anyone. I needed someone trustworthy, someone who would really understand the depth of the struggle.
Someone very close to me was in a bad place and my heart was hurting, but I didn’t know how to help. Or even if I could.
I felt alone.
Her confession, while months later, was a balm to my soul.
I hadn’t even realized how much that wound still hurt. The event was in the past, but the pain was still very real. I was still struggling, even if it wasn’t a day-by-day, minute-by-minute struggle to keep going. Sometimes struggles are like that.