How Can A Bunch of Broken People do Life Together?

Ok this is the question I have been struggling with ALL year and even longer: How do a bunch of broken people do life together?

I was talking to my Mum about how the death of a loved one often completely changes peoples worldviews, makes them revaluate their priorities, think about their beliefs, and value their lives more. Then I was like man Dad dying did none of that for me. Then I realised that it did brig up a lot of thinking for me but it was just of a different nature. The affect of my Dad's death on my life is well summarized in his last conversation with me. He was talking about how earlier in the week he had thought he was going to die and I just flipped on him. "Dad you didn't die and you aren't going to die so just shut up and be positive, you survived and you're fine now and your getting better so just don't talk like that." He responded to all that in calm logical Dad fashion: "I wasn't afraid to die, I just didn't want to leave my girls."

And that is, for me, the root of much of my struggles.

I know that even if I completely mess up this life I am already forgiven and there is something way better waiting for me.
I'm not afraid to die, because I know where I'm going.
I'm encouraged to know that my Dad is already there.
Death is not a problem for me...

BUT life is. I'm currently stuck in the right now without him, trying to figure out how to survive without my strong Papa Bear to lean on. We, his girls, needed him, and he left, and, for me, that is the problem with death, not that he had to face the unknown but that we have to wait around without him before we too can take the next step from life to death.

I pretty much always knew that I was broken, but it wasn't until after Dad died that I realized everybody else is too.

It was after Dad died that I realized people didn't know how to be there for me, and that everyone had their own problems and I hated bothering people. I still did, but I felt bad about it after.

I had always known that I made mistakes, but it wasn't till then that I started realizing that others did too. Many I thought I could rely on weren't there for me when he died and I thought there was something wrong with me, I thought that I was being dramatic and selfish and didn't deserve to ask for help, but I realized sometimes people just aren't perfect and don't know what to do and I forgave them eventually. I hadn't really known all this before.

And this is one of the biggest problems I have with church. We are all sinners, we are all broken. How the heck can we help one another, provide for one another, or love one another?

They were talking today at church about how we are supposed to be a family. How can I step up and help if I'm too broken and have nothing to give? How can I get up the nerve to ask you for help if I know you're broken and have nothing to give? So I inch towards my mole hole, but...it's not any nicer down there. It's lonely, its confusing, there is no one to talk to and no one to hug, but life in the open is just as confusing and scary.

How Can A Bunch of Broken People do Life Together?