Powerless

It's hard to see people hurt. For certain, I don't see it as much as some do; and I tip my hat to those firemen, nurses, counselors, and pastors who see hurt so often. Yet, as little as I see it, I find myself in a state in which I have no idea what to do. Recently my good friend Dave hurt his back and could not do too much; on top of that his wife is 7 months pregnant, and their two-year-old is very active. There was little I could do to make things better, though I so desperately wanted to because I love them. I ended up just being around them more and just telling them to let me know if they needed anything. When my friend Karen was going to be going through some struggles, I did not understand the situation completely, so I just tried to be cheerful around her, and be with her if I could. The same thing just recently with my other home away from home, the Anganes's. Al's mother in serious condition and Cassie away, I feel powerless. I know I can do more; I just don't know what. Here's a prayer from a song I was listening to on the way home from the Anganes's tonight.

Oh Lord, how I long to be filled with your love!
I lift up my dry thirsty soul.
Overcome this love that I have for myself
As I yeild to the Spirit's control.
May the love of Christ increase in my heart,
And my knowledge of him ever grow;
So the service I give to my King above
Will reflect the love that He's shown.