Job: Therapist

I've noticed lately that God gives everyone a job to do. It may seem small, but it can have an impact. I always thought that I never made a difference and I had nothing I could offer to God. Well...I don't know if I'm making a difference but I am doing something.

I'm a therapist. Duh.

Don't get me wrong, I love helping people. But the fact that they come to me in the first place frightens me. Why do they come to me? I am an ignorant, naive kid who goes to a Christian school and doesn't know the first thing about being street smart. I live in a good Christian home with two parents, minimum fighting, and enough money to satisfy every ones needs. I go to church whenever the doors are open!

But people come to me for advice...

I was talking to God last night about it and was basically venting. This is how the conversation went:

Me: God, I don't know why these people come to me! What do I have to offer to them?

God: My son. My love.

Me: ...grrrr...

God: ^_^

Yes. That is EXACTLY how the conversation went. Although I don't know if it involved God making that face in the end. Although I'm pretty sure it was something like that.

It was so obvious! How could I not realize that? I don't need to say something smart and therapist-ish. I just had to tell them about God and love them like God would. If they asked for my advice, then I would help them. I would give them the best answers I could, but point them in the right direction.

GOD. (duh...)

Sometimes I'm pretty thick headed. If you haven't noticed.

Till the ocean runs out of waves,

Adeline Taylor

PS:

If you're getting tired of all the serious stuff, I promise to post about something really cool. Like what I've been doing for the past (what is it now?) three weeks. Soon I'll be leaving for Prince Edward Island, Canada. So I promise it try to post before I leave because I'm not sure if I'll be able to gain access to a computer while we're there.