When having all the answers isn’t the answer

It was the end of a long work day and I was talking with a colleague. She was frustrated, stressed, and looking to me for a solution to her situation.

“I wish I had all the answers for you, but I don’t.”

I wished there was something else I could say, something else I could do for her.  I didn’t have any ‘fix-it’ words of wisdom.

I can’t change her situation. All I can do is walk alongside her on the journey.

I haven’t written much this year, and I apologise for my absence from the blogosphere. But I’ve come to realise that one of the things holding me back is wishing I had all the answers for you. I want to give you answers, I want to give you wisdom, to bless you. When you do me the honour of reading my words I want them to be worthy of your time and attention. I wish that I had the perfect advice on how to flourish. I don’t. The truth is that I’m a mess myself. I’m still on a long slow road to recovery from burn-out.

But I want to flourish. I desire that for myself, and for you. I’m guessing you want that too. Why else are you here?

I may not have all the answers, but I can be a fellow-traveller on the journey. Will you walk with me?

Maybe we’ll discover a few answers together along the way.