Two little words. Five letters. Yet they build a bridge from one soul to another.
Me too says I see you. I’m with you. You are not alone.
Life gets messy. Or loud. And often, the loudest voices seem to be the most hateful or hurtful or fearful. In the midst of this, we can begin to feel small and isolated and alone. Wondering if we’re the only one – the only one hurting or wrestling, the only one questioning or doubting, the only one who sees what we see or feels what we feel.
Me too can feel like a life raft coming to rescue us or like a lighthouse beckoning us to shore. Me too encircles us and buoys us up, holding us above the waves.
Me too picks up the other end of the heavy load. Nearly anything seems bearable if we don’t have to carry it alone.
We’re designed for community, for companionship. In the beginning, God said it isn’t good that a person should be alone. Me too is being bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh, sharing a rib.
Recently, a Facebook post I wrote has been shared and shared and shared. I’ve heard from so many people that my words resonate with them. For them, my words are a light flashing on shore, Me too, me too, you are not alone out there! And for me, the shares and private messages and public comments have also been the steady flash of light, Us too! Us too! You aren’t the only one!
This is community. Belonging. It’s what our hearts crave. To be seen and welcomed.
I think this is what Jesus is all about.
Isn’t Jesus the most beautiful Me Too story ever? God taking on human form, becoming like us, becoming one of us in order to rescue us with grace and love and mercy. Oh, you’re a human being? With weaknesses and hurts and hunger pangs and disappointments and longing — me too! Me too. I see you. And I’m becoming like you so you can become like me. We belong to each other. Bone of my bone. Flesh of my flesh. We are the same body, sharing a rib.
My friend, you aren’t the only one who wants love to be louder than fear. You aren’t the only one holding onto Jesus while feeling lost among so many who claim His name. You aren’t the only one who wants to love God and love people, but some days you just aren’t sure how. You aren’t the only one who cries, I believe. I believe. But help my unbelief.
I see you. My light flickers for you to see. And your light assures me that I’m not in these rough waters alone.