I am not really one who would be considered as a social butterfly, and I often find myself observing people. I am always interested in others’ stories. Everyone has one. I find myself walking past people on the street and wondering what their story is. At the same time, I look at them and realize how many of them do not know the Lord personally. I see all the people and become convicted over not witnessing to others like I should. We use the excuse of ‘we’re not around people’, but we are each given opportunities... the thing is, do we use them? Time is running out. We have the very thing that can change people’s lives... let’s share it! Why be afraid or embarrassed to share something so amazing and awesome as the Lord Jesus Christ?! I ran across this the other day. It left me without words. As I am observing strangers wondering what their lives are, and wondering what their stories are, or their needs are... what if I was able to get their stories, and a look into their lives, what would I do then? How would I help them? This poem, by one of my fellow pinterest lovers, has that emotion and was written with the point of view of the other person. If You Knew Staring into the mirror, she doesn’t like what she sees. Stepping onto the scale; hating the number it reads. She’s not who she wants to be; she’ll never be good enough, But what’s the weight to beat, and why’s this gotta be so tough? A quarter past two in the morning, she lies awake in her bed. Mind racin’ ‘bout her situation and she wishes she were dead. Noone sees the tears she cries, she insists she’s fine. Yet, late at night, feeling lonely and unloved, she plans out ways to die. Alone in her room, she falls to the ground, Wondering why a faithful friend cannot be found. The one who stole her heart away told her that he couldn’t stay. What will she do now? - Go on? - She wonders how. All the pain locked up inside, noone can hear her cries. Curtains drawn back to let in light, on her bed, late at night. She can’t explain why; yet with blade in hand, the blood soon flows. She cuts where it never shows, that way, noone ever knows. If you only knew what I’ve been going through. If you could only see what it’s like to be me. If you could only feel my pain, it’s real. If you only knew.... what would you do. That last paragraph hits me - and hard. Everyone we meet is fighting a battle. We must get off ourselves, and try to help other people. Yes, every situation is different, and we won’t know exactly what they are going through, but the Lord is always the same. All we can do is point them to Him. We need to see people through the eyes of Christ. We need to see people through their perspective- no - through God’s perspective. We need to see them, not as they are, not as they used to be, but as they can be.
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