Sometime last month, Meridith was returning from attending some errands when, from the back seat, Jackson posed the following question: “What time is everybody coming over tonight?”  Thinking that she had forgotten about a social commitment or another holiday gathering, Meridith inquired about the nature of Jackson’s expectation. “Who’s coming over tonight?” she countered. Without hesitation, he furnished a presumptive comeback ringing with no small amount of impatience. “Mom,” he quipped, “It’s Tuesday night. We have Community Group coming over tonight.” When Jackson learned that Community Group had been suspended for the Christmas season, he suddenly burst into a childish lament that rivaled the pitiful display of a featured guest on ABC’s The View.

Now that Community Group has resumed, Jackson has transitioned into a more favorable disposition. He anticipates the company of a room full of friends and the customary serving of sweets and hors d’oeuvres. Perhaps his anticipation mirrors the spirit of those in our Community Group. During our first session earlier this month, each of us offered a written response to the question, “How is your heart right now?” The answers surprised me.

With no hesitation and little variation, each person in our group delivered a sad but honest verdict. Nearly all of us suffer from some form of anxiety, and many in our group struggle with guilt and anger. Though none of us were coaxed into a providing these responses, we all agreed that the best place to discover the root problem and progress toward meaningful health was in the presence and company of those gathered in the room. Few outsiders would deliver an objective assessment of the group that resonated with anything but glowing admiration and respect. These are well-educated, articulate, and inspiring individuals who consistently demonstrate passion, resolve and excellence in every sphere of life. Even so, many in our group carry a burden and function under the weight of a wounded or heavy heart.

Perhaps this is too melodramatic and you’re beginning to nurture a growing skepticism as you read. That’s OK. I get it. But for those willing to engage in transparent conversation and cultivate a trusting posture toward others, the rewards are breathtaking. Like Jackson, I’m likely to ask, “What time is everybody coming over tonight?” Knowing that I’m poised to join the company of trusted friends whose struggles mirror my own produces a warm anticipation that I, too, can be healed and eradicate the enemies of my heart.