There are a few people in my life that have been incredibly faithful. These are people that I truly believe care about me. I matter to them, not just for what I can do for them but because they like me. That is amazing to me. I know it is rare. They are buoys for me. They keep me afloat when I am drowning but they also pull back when I am out of order. I am safe because they will tell me the truth, believe the best, confront the destructive, and at the same time refrain from judgment.
Buoys are markers in the harbor that warn you of rocks and dangerous obstacles that lurk underneath the water's surface. Buoys are very important especially when we navigate grief and pain. But buoys are rare. I'm thinking of the book by Joyce Landorf Healtherly "Balcony people". Or the song, "Rainy Day People" by Gordan Lightfoot. The tough part is you have to be one first. You can not "make" someone be a buoy for you.
We are so full of defenses. I'm thinking of the many times I have shot my own horse so to speak. I have been like a wounded cat scratching the daylights out of anyone that came near to help. I have also been violated by those who want to fix me instead of delight in me just the way I am. I see God sometimes pulling me out of the mud pit I am floundering in and just chuckling to Himself. He thinks I look cute all muddied up, even though He has great compassion for my pain. He delights in me no matter my circumstance. I can see it partly because I have done the same for my own sons. Face it, muddy children are just flat out adorable!
As we come near to Christ, we become like Him. We see the adorable in people and become buoys at the same time that we need them.
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