Strangers

Sometimes it’s not your people who are your people, it’s strangers who are your people.

Some changes, some seasons, some forms of growth, are too hard for your people to witness, to journey alongside. Sometimes it points a mirror back at them, and shows them something uncomfortable. Sometimes it goes against everything they knew, because they didn’t know better, never had to opportunity to be shown better. Sometimes it painful to watch precisely because they care the most, but they respond poorly, by pulling you back.

Sometimes, some things, are too hard for your people.

So strangers appear.
To be your people.
For a time.

Sometimes it’s not your people who are your people, it’s strangers who are your people.