How…..

Helplessness. How does one handle the feeling of helplessness? How does one hold the heart of a friend in ones hands and have nothing to offer but love? I can’t find it, put a band-aid on it, turn back time or see the future. I can’t offer anything but love and it feels so helpless. Why do we as people want to fix things? Because they are broken. It’s not the why did the chicken cross the road question, it’s very simply the fact that I want to stop hurt and plug the hole and then patch and dry wall and paint it. When I cannot do that, I feel helpless. And yet in our helpless condition we start looking at life. Life that is full of frustration, hurt, accidents and broken legs. Why? Why not? Helpless? Because there are moments God wants us to look at our humanness and see Him. When I am doing something I begin to think I did it. Well, of course I did it, but without God my “did it” moments are pretty measly. I am helpless. I am not without help. My help comes from God who made the heavens. That psalm gives me hope and help. I can hug and love. I can pray and praise. I can sing and share. I can cry because there is nothing else to do and there are times crying is on the menu. And when I think it can’t get any worse, and it does, I can simply say “seek to find abiding presence in God, not answers ” and somehow my helplessness doesn’t seem to deep and the mountain of doubt and fear so high. If I seek to abide in the presence of God, I don’t need as many answers as I think I need. So easy to write; so hard to do…