Handle

 We can all target perfection. A way that we wish things could be, or that they used to be.

I talked to a girl who wished time could stop, rewind, erase, then fast forward again. Life had taken some twists and turns, and she wanted to start over with a road map.

As I thought about her in her unique situation, I realized something. God gives us each what we can handle, at the rate we can handle it. It wasn’t perfect back then, because I didn’t know what I’ve learned. And as I learn, I become more fully equipped for His service.

I wonder how often I complain about challenge?

Heard

Everyone wants to be heard. This desire lies at the heart of many hurts and insecurities. In a large group, the want becomes greater. I sat, several weeks ago, and listened to a hurting heart pour forth pain. As I tried to understand, I scrambled for something to say. All I could think of was I'm so sorry.

She finished, and looked to me expectantly, and that's all I said. Her eyes filled with tears, and gratitude. I then realized that's all she'd wanted me to say. She wanted someone to listen to her pain, know and understand her. She wanted to be heard.

I tried to listen. Did I hear?

Individual

As I stood in front of dozens of high schoolers this morning, I was reminded of my insignificance. I am only one in a million. At the same time, I was reminded of my individuality. One though I may be, I am one.

In millions, I am the only me. My individuality is mine. And it is good. However, it is not only mine, it is my Maker's. I am to give my individuality to the King who created me, and as I become more like Him, I become more unique.

You are an Individual. Appreciate it.