Bearing with one another, holding each other up, cultivates love and relationship in our vulnerable and broken places. 

Dearest Readers,

Can I share a story with you?

I stood in the back of the Worship Center, tears streaming down my face and watched as women loved and encouraged one another in their brokenness. One after another, reaching out. Open hands and broken hearts holding hard, hard stories.

You know those things God allows you to experience and when you walk away, you know you never want to forget the moment?  I tucked the experience deep in my heart. I could not wait to get alone with God, take out each precious memory, and record it in my journal.


Bearing with one another, holding each other up, cultivates love and relationship in our vulnerable and broken places. Nurturing authentic love in broken places leaves an eternal mark. It is following in the footsteps of Jesus, walking on holy ground.

Over and over, Paul tells us in different ways to bear with one another.

Therefore I, the prisoner in the Lord, urge you to live worthy of the calling you have received, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, making every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace.” Ephesians 4:1-3 (CSB)

Therefore, as God’s chosen ones, holy and dearly loved, put on compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience, bearing with one another and forgiving one another if anyone has a grievance against another. Just as the Lord has forgiven you, so you are also to forgive.” Colossians 3:12-13 (CSB)

Carry one another’s burdens; in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.” Galatians 6:2 (CSB)

What Does It Mean?

I looked up the word, bearing. The root of the word is bear which means: to hold up, to support. Synonyms such as to carry, to stand, to endure, according to

How often am I willing to hold someone else’s burdens when I can barely manage my own? How often are you prepared to carry another’s burden?

As women, we tend to hide our brokenness, cover our messes, never admitting to our fragility.

Why? The truth is we need each other, and when we give ourselves over to holding one another up, we have stepped onto holy ground. When we are willing to open ourselves up to another, walls crumble, comparison disappears, and it is you and me holding one another’s burdens.

When we are willing to share our burdens, and I do not mean spill the beans on someone else or bash your husband. No, it means to hold one another up in that thing that is currently weighing you down. It looks like holding another as they fold under the weight of their problems.

We are so overwhelmed we do not take the time to love someone else through their pain. I confess, most days I cannot see past my pain.

I stood in the back and watched, and as I watched, another woman stepped up to me and began to rub the pain in my back, tenderly.

At that moment I encountered a Holy God who means for us to bear one another’s pain and heartache.

We leave eternal marks, relationships grow, and friendships thrive.

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