I was just reading the facebook page of a missionary family that recently met with tragedy. What happened breaks my heart. There are hundreds of expressions of sympathy on their site. I hope one day they can wade through them and be comforted with how many people care about them.
But there was one comment that made me wince. It meant to be kind, really.... but...
It said something to the effect that they were so sorry for what had happened, but were comforted by knowing that they were missionaries so they were sure that they would get through it fine since they had great faith.
sigh... if there is ever a time you don't want to be put on a pedestal it is when you have just hit tragedy!
We need permission to fall apart.... because sometimes we will.... and then we will beat ourselves up for it..... and then we worry if we say we are falling apart everyone will run from us when they discover we aren't perfect.
Why can't we say, "If you fall apart, I'll be here to hold the pieces until you heal again."