This morning, I was reminded again that I’m not Superman. I wanted to be the rescuer, but I couldn’t. I tried to fight the battle, find the tool to fix the problem and comfort the situation. I wanted to know all the details (why you couldn’t sleep), but it was none of my business. I was asked to perform a specific duty (Pray), which was the request. I did, but truthfully, that was the hardest part.
Unlike Superman, We can’t go back and rewrite the pain that people experienced, can’t stop the locomotive of loss that one feels. We are all the sum of the life we have lived. Our successes, failures, broken relationships, closed doors, and missed opportunities. Many radiate a smile and confidence on the outside but resemble crushed glass on the inside.
Labor with the Creator 