This Piece of Time

The urge to write is a fickle friend.  I can go months and months without a single word and then suddenly she yells so loudly, I can’t help but answer her call.  Come to think, it’s not all that different from parenting an introverted teenager.  So here I go……. Last week I text a friend and told her that I felt unqualified.   Not overwhelmed or stressed or over-committed, just heavy.   Like the weight of all the things that surround me are more than I could ever have the capacity to mend or relieve. Questions I can't answer, needs I can't meet, fears I can't comfort, wounds I can't heal.  The resources, gifts and wisdom I bring feel so insignificant.   Like a little boy with his sack lunch looking at a crowd of hungry people.    Almost instantly, I heard God speak to my heart “This is where I use you best.   When all you have is all I gave, that’s when I shine.” When the need is greater than I possess, that’s when He multiplies...