Does Anyone Really Care?
Can you remember the last time that you felt like crying? Do you remember what happened? Did someone hurt you, or did a combination of circumstances overwhelm you? Sometimes life can be extremely painful.
Have you wondered if anyone cares about you, really cares about what you’re going through? Have you ever wished that you had someone who would listen to you and not judge you? Someone you could trust with the most painful, embarrassing parts of your life.
The only one who could possibly understand your pain, would be someone that had suffered like you, or suffered perhaps in another way. Suffering creates a special identity in people.
Would you believe it if I told you that I knew exactly how you feel?
It’s hard being gentle in a world that places value on insensitivity, on getting ahead, on production, on acquiring possessions rather than true quality of life.
People are afraid. They are afraid of showing any weakness. People have been hurt before and they are not willing to allow that to happen again. They want to trust but are afraid to. There is a silent cry that rises from each and ascends towards heaven: “Who really cares about me? Who is really interested in listening to someone else’s problems.”
I care and I am interested.
Have you ever trusted someone and then they used it against you? What could be more painful than having someone use your most precious secrets against you?
How about not having anyone to share with.
How about never taking the risk to love again.
I want you to know that you can trust me. I already know everything about you. Do you remember who I am? I have been with you from the beginning, through it all. You may not remember but I was there. You can trust me.
I want you to try and trust me. Place your burden on me and let me touch you. Let me show you my love.
All that I ask in return is that you give me permission to come in and touch your heart and breathe on you the breath of life. If you give me permission I will call forth life from where there’s only been death. I will raise up joy from your pain.
Excerpt from “Leaves of the Heart.” Robert T. (Tommy) Williams