I’ve spent a little too much time thinking about myself recently. In doing so I let my self slip into thinking I need things I can live without and I miss things I don’t really want. I don’t remember where I came across this poem, probably in one of my father’s many collections. I memorized it back when I was nine (we memorize a lot of poetry as my father’s children) and since then its been one of my favorites. Right now though, what I really like about it…
…is that she was wrong. We never have to go through anything alone. There is always One who understands perfectly, comforts perfectly, strengthens perfectly. Unfortunately, Emma Wheeler Wilcox was pretty accurate when it comes to people – we like to surround ourselves with those who laugh, sing, rejoice, feast, succeed and we tend to shy away from those who weep, sigh, grieve – even if they are the ones that need us most. I have found the best solution to my first problem, thinking too much of myself (that can be taken both ways), is to prove Wilcox wrong again by taking someone out of their solitude. Being Christ for someone may help them more than you’ll ever know, but it will also help you more than you’d ever guess.