Do you struggle?
Do you struggle being peaceful towards someone who has hurt you?
Do you struggle making healthy food choices?
The two most powerful words you can say to someone who is struggling are ME TOO. When you say me too, you are like a blanket of comfort to someone in need. Your words are a declaration of understanding exactly what someone is feeling or experiencing because you have been in a similar situation. You are compassionate towards the person because you have struggled with anger, frustration, disappointment, sadness, anxiety, nervousness, or apprehension.
Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work: If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up! … Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken. ~ Ecclesiastes 4:9-10,12 (NIV)
King Solomon, the son of David and “Teacher” in the book of Ecclesiastes, was wiser than any king who lived. When God appeared to him in a dream and asked what he wanted, Solomon requested discernment and understanding. God, being impressed with Solomon’s answer, granted his wish and gave him unimaginable wealth and power too. Solomon had everything he ever wanted … but his wisdom soon turned to foolishness. He took his eyes off God and turned to idols, false gods, and desires of the world. He struggled, fiercely. If I could explain to Solomon my own struggles, his reply would be, “me too.”
One of the most comforting things I have is support from family and friends. When they say “me too” I know it is sincere. Four friends in particular have extremely special because they have struggled with their weight or health and they blanket me with accountability, encouragement, and honest feedback. These four people don’t know one another, but they know me and my challenges. About once a week, I send two of them an email because we live far apart, one is in Virginia and the other is in North Dakota. The other two I see in person on a regular basis. One is a personal trainer at my gym and the other goes to my church. I give them each an update (in-person or via phone/email) about my weight and fitness goals. I am very close with each of them and our friendship is a safe environment to be honest. As much as I love sharing good news, I tell about the ugly parts too. When I eat a trigger food, or skip a workout, or doubt my ability as a wife or mother, I talk to them. They provide different perspectives and I value every word. Instead of judging my weakness, they encourage and empower me. We support each other and I cheer just as loudly for them as they do me.
When we share our struggles with others, most times our best response is two simple words: