Katherine Henson, penning as k.e. She self-published her first book, “wildflowers: the first collection” in 2016. Katherine has been writing for as long as she can remember, and it is both her love language and preferred choice of communication. For Katherine, writing has been a way to escape and discover; through body image issues, depression, anxiety, and loss Katherine has used her words as a way to be honest with herself, while also helping others understand that they are not alone.

E

Had I not let my own agenda go I would have never actually got to know and love E as he was. Nor would I have found the true meaning of living life together. // katherinehenson.com
 

I have a track record of wanting to save people. Peeling back every layer possible until they had no choice but to show me their heart. I missed the part where we are here to save each other, and sometimes that means unlikely heroes coming along and shaking up our hearts.

E. 

This kid flipped the tables. He showed me that people really aren't made of layers that's have been pilled on like years to our life. People don't need to be exposed. 

He showed me that people are desperately seeking someone, ANY ONE, to take them as they are. Someone who won't ask to see the buried heart hidden behind ten foot walls. 

He proved that we can love people right where they are. No gimmicks or fancy words. Just love. A love that doesn't walk away; that will just listen, even when it looks like broken English meeting broke Spanish. 

E. 

He was a game changer and he didn't even know it. Most don't. Because most are too worried about others trying to "save" or "fix" them. They get overlooked while we try peel them to perfection and standard of "okay". 

E didn't let me do that. He made me come to him as he was. Worn and battered, but not broken. No fixing was needed, just love that didn't walk away. 

He, like most, just needed me to be there every single day. He needed me to push. He needed me to not walk away when he laughed at my broken Spanish. He needed me to actually work my butt off at soccer, and not just let him win. He needed me to let him teach me a thing or two about how golf works. 

He needed me to come as I was and meet him where he was. He needed me to love him however I could, for whatever he was. 

He wasn't looking for a Savior, because he already had One. He was looking for a friend. He was looking for a reminder of good people. He was looking for a little light to keep his going. 

E is my gentle reminder that people just need us to be people with them. 

I only spent six days with E. Four of which he never spoke to me, but my name. Four of which he walked away from me almost every time I came by. But you know what? I got two days of laughter and teaching each other and smiling and life changing little moments that I would never know had I not let E simply be E. 

I wrote him a letter before he left, broken Spanish and all, reminding him of his greatness and leadership, reminding him of his worth in Christ. And begging him to not let anyone ever try to change him. I never knew if that letter would matter. Or if hose six days would even matter. I never knew. 

Until I got the message "te estrañare AMIGA...". I will miss you friend. He did not need me to peel away his pain and grief, he needed me to be me, and to see him for him. 

E changed my life, and he may never know it. It's funny how we expect to meet others, hoping we can change their lives, when God's plan is really for them to flip ours upside down in all the best and needed ways. 

Had I not let my own agenda go I would have never actually got to know and love E as he was. Nor would I have found the true meaning of living life together.

fear can't save us

what I wrote

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