reach out to me and ask Why? You
write pages of letters, sharing
your pain and I ask God, Why? Why
must life hurt so much? I pray for
you, but I wonder if you feel the
prayers. I wish I could focus enough
to sit down and write a long reply,
but my hand barely holds a pen and
my fingers have spent too much time
on a keyboard already. My body is
swollen. My heart sometimes bruised.
But I won't give up. I will never
should feel overwhelmed. I should
feel What can I do? Who am I? But
I know that with God beside me a
difference will be made. God can
make the difference. God can use
each one of us to touch another
life, even while we are still within
our own pain. I don't want the glory.
I don't need to feel important.
I just want to overhear how God
has changed a life.