Today has been consumed by worrying about someone else.
I have done all I can. My hand is out to help. I have realized that I cannot fix everything. This isn’t a scraped knee. It is life. Full on, hard to be the grown-up, sometimes it sucks beyond comprehension life. And it’s not even my own life.
But, the problem that is being faced, I can relate to. I don’t have experience with the direct event that has set things in motion, but the underlying currents are very familiar. I want to comfort. I want to help. And, it is not my place to do so, unless I am invited into this crisis. The other part of me is thankful that I haven’t been invited in. My fear is that I would prove to be inadequate to the task and would only produce another broken person.
“Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.”
So. I wait and I hope and I pray. And I am grateful for the help I was given amidst the tempest.