I was vulnerable and my friend was better for it.

Monday, August 31, 2015


I caught up on the phone yesterday with a good friend. Good enough that she has a pretty realistic understanding of my life, meaning: she has a good idea of the ugliness in my life, as well as the more pretty part that shows up on...snapchat (no other social media for me!).

After recounting the exciting and interesting weekend she had resuming her public ministry after hiatus, she asked me about my life. And I was vulnerable enough to admit the ugly things: the things I was upset about even though I shouldn't be, the chasm I feel between me and Jesus, my classes, and more. I sobbed and sobbed.

My friend, who I know relatively well, would not describe herself as a nice person...and I would generally agree. She is strong, she is beautiful, she seeks the truth and speaks it into life. She makes big decisions. She's hilarious. She is not a sticky sweet person I go to when I want to be comforted.

In the midst of my crying and whining, I saw (heard) a change. I heard, "Aww, Katelyn, I'm sorry." I heard, "I know it sucks and nothing I say can make it better." I heard empathy. I felt genuinely cared for. I experienced kindness out of my friend who is not nice. I felt nurtured and heard.

Maybe it's a leap for me to say she's better for the conversation. If I hadn't been vulnerable, however, she wouldn't have gone beyond herself and cared for me in that way. So I think she's better for it.

When was the last time you were vulnerable with someone?

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