Tuesday, September 06, 2005

bad day at work

Some days, it is all I can do to not curl up next to a client on the couch and draw them into my lap like I do my daughter, stroking their hair and letting them cry until they are spent. Some days, it is all I can do not to go after their fathers, their mothers, their husbands, their wives, their boyfriends, their babysitters, their classmates and wring justice from them like a sponge. Some days, it is all I can do to look them in the eye and answer, “I don’t know why God allowed ______________ to happen to you/your husband/your father/your daughter, but it sure sucks.” Some days, it is all I can do not to go charging up to God’s front door and bang on it until it opens, demanding those answers myself.

Some days, it is all I can do not to hang up the towel and believe that I have nothing to offer these people. And so I sit with them in their pain and I cry out to God for the sins committed against them and I offer to them all that I have that is worth offering and they take it or they leave it. Grace. Forgiveness. Repentance. Peace. Acceptance. Salvation. God.

Some days, it is all I can do.

2 comments:

yomama said...

sweet lorie... you're a healer.

this expereince sounds to me like you're walking out your calling even on really crap days.

maureen

lorie said...

thanks, maureen. been a rough one!