Today I was driving out of the parking lot of the library, and noticed a young girl rushing down the steps of the library. She was talking on her cell phone, and as I looked closely, I saw tears running down her face. Instantly my heart went out to her. I have no idea what she was going thru, or what she was crying about.
But I know that she was hurting. Whether for herself or for someone else.
I wanted to take her pain away.
I wanted to reach out and touch her, let her know that I care and that there's Someone Who cares about what she is going thru.
But she went straight to her car and drove away.
Is that what we do sometimes?
When we hurt, we cry, and try to sort through our feelings...
...and then we get into our groove of our life and drive away.
And the One Who wants to help us is hurting for us, wanting to reach out and touch us to let us know that it's gonna be ok...
But before He gets a chance,
...we get into our car and drive away.
Man, I wish I could help that girl. I don't know where she is or who she is. But all I know it that she's hurting, and, apparently,
...she was hurting alone.
But I know that she was hurting. Whether for herself or for someone else.
I wanted to take her pain away.
I wanted to reach out and touch her, let her know that I care and that there's Someone Who cares about what she is going thru.
But she went straight to her car and drove away.
Is that what we do sometimes?
When we hurt, we cry, and try to sort through our feelings...
...and then we get into our groove of our life and drive away.
And the One Who wants to help us is hurting for us, wanting to reach out and touch us to let us know that it's gonna be ok...
But before He gets a chance,
...we get into our car and drive away.
Man, I wish I could help that girl. I don't know where she is or who she is. But all I know it that she's hurting, and, apparently,
...she was hurting alone.