I have never been one to share things about myself. Usually I am the one who when asked how I am replies, "Fine." no matter what is actually happening. My world could feel as though it is crumbling down around me and yet I pretend, at least to everyone but my husband, that everything is perfect.
I am not sure why I am this way. Pride? Probably a little. Or do I secretly think that no one really cares or wants to know how I'm doing. I know that when you pass someone in the hall at church or just happen to see someone at the grocery store that may not be the opportune time to pour out my heart anyway. But when someone really is asking how I'm doing, especially good friends, I still deny my feelings.
I think though of other people that I know and it never bothers me to hear of their struggles. So why do I not allow myself to share with those around me? I need to have more faith in people. I am starting to see that I don't trust with my sufferings. But there's little reason for that. Though there are untrustworthy people out there, there are more people who honestly care about others.
I know that many times Heavenly Father works through other's to bless our lives; which if you think about is an inspired way. Not only does the recipient become blessed by the service of another, the one serving is changed and also blessed. So how is the Lord going to bless me if I shut out people?
The thing that amazing me, though, even when my struggles are silent somehow Heavenly Father still finds ways to bless me. I have a few extremely lonely days and just as I wondered how I could keep going on I would get a phone call or text to see how I was. Though it seems like such a small thing, it meant so much to me. I am grateful for people who follow the small whisperings that I needed a kind word that day.