Rest for the Weary

November 30th, 2006

Happy December...tomorrow...friends and acquaintances. The month of large Visa bills, frozen feet, and eggnog. I decided to take a break from the list thing. Perhaps in a day or two I will post another. I've noticed that some people have....natural effects if you will on other people. Their appearance and posture gives off an impression of sorts. Sometimes it's laughter...sometimes it's anger. Some people have a way of even making someone else feel special. I, for one, don't believe I have a "natural effect" unless it's inflicting anger or frustration into someone's mood. More often than not, it seems to be planned. Looking for the right thing to say, thinking ahead of what kind of reaction I would get. "Will it be funny? Will it cheer him/her up?" What am I to do when someone comes to me for help or advice...God forbid. What if I am a makeshift psychiatrist for the hour. I...can't help you. I'm terrible at cheering someone up...giving advice. I give wrong advice honestly. At least...that's what I think. I noticed this about me when a couple of friends of mine came to me with problems or complaints. Life, school, work, all our daily routine stuff that seems to fill our lives. They talked and talked and I honestly don't mind listening, I'm attentive and always thinking about what I could do to help. It's when the talking stops...I'm screwed. It's over, I don't know what to say besides..."Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." I would also tell you that I would be praying for you. Sure that's the truth...I will be praying, but I understand when you're stressed, angry or just hurt, you want answers from someone you see now. Right now. It's natural to feel that way cause honestly, you probably don't want to feel the pain anymore, and you don't want the stress, so you want results NOW! Forget it, I can't give it to you. That was before now. I know what to say to you now. I personally can't help you. I can give you to someone else. He's smarter than me. He's wiser. He's around more than me.


"Hey, it's me. I'm sorry it's so late. I can't sleep. I know you'd be awake. You're always home, waiting by the phone, for nights like these. When I'm feeling alone. I wish it didn't always have to be like this. I wish that I could talk to you, face to face, but nothing compares to the way you always listen and know just what to say. Hold my hand, I can't stand alone. Here I am, waiting for you to take me home. Oh, I just want to sing, I only wish there was a word for what you mean to me. I would only say it once, in hushed tones, so it would not grow old, because all I have is 'I Love You'. You're my Jesus, You're my hero, everything I wish that I could be. You're the One who comforts me, when everyone has gone away. I can't stand alone. Here I am, take me home. I will keep on singing, because You hear me, and I will keep smiling, because You're near me. I'll sleep well on a promise tonight."


It is my prayer for you that you know this, a person who expects answers now...to consider my answer. Not a direct answer...more of a push in a different direction. What more can I do? Well, if you know of something, tell me.
-JP out
"Grace of...heaven...find your way to me."