Tuesday, August 16, 2011
I wonder, as I come to work each morning, if the person in the car beside me is struggling. Better yet, not if, but with what.
I wonder if the person sitting in the cubicle next to me has a medical issue, family crisis, spiritual question, or just is uncertain about the direction their life is going.
Then, there’s the person at the grocery store or the gas station.
Secret struggles. Secret hurts. Secret questions.
Embarrassed to express them.
Uncertain of what to do next.
As you look my way, know I am struggling too.
Should I admit that?