Clumsy Love
"I am just so tired." Rivulets of tears ran over her dark circles and down her cheeks . She was indeed exhausted. As she wept into the piles of small napkins, my mind ran in circles. She is tired and a fragile vessel which might just physically shatter. How can I help her? How can I help her stay married? She is the product of generations of torn marriages. Where is the hope? How can I point her to God's glory and take her mind off herself? It seems almost cruel to require anything of someone hurting so deeply, yet it is the only way. For not being marriage counselors we sure do get into a lot of counseling situations.
We have been trying to love this woman, as well as the rest of the congregation, all these years. but how clumsy we have been. And yet, she has been ministered to by our clumsy attempts to love her. We have rarely done everything right, but that big Holy Spirit translator turns it all into love, healing her aching soul. God takes our loaves and fish and multiplies them into more than enough. We just have to hand them over to Him.
Oh, I can't resist going further with the loaves and fish thing… If we don't hand the loaves and fish over, our fish stink and our bread molds — and no one gets to eat. Lord make me willing to hand it all over!
— Laura
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