I Am Not The Guy

She was taking on a lot.

It was something I had got accustomed to. It was clear that she was the sort to look out for others and not really take the care for herself. In the brief conversations we had, I could see that there was someone who used work and busyness to cover for a lot of hardship and unresolved pain.

It was heartbreaking really. And typical.

Something familiar in me wanted to help, wanted to reach out and give her the solution to her issues. It was with the best intentions, but underneath there, I could also detect that what I was exhibiting was familiar instincts of the saviour complex. She was the damsel in distress that needed saving and who better to come to the rescue than me. It wasn’t just pointing her to the solutions, it was presenting myself as the one with the solutions. Establishing myself as the go-to person to help her in her time of need.

Ahhhhhh the folly of that mentality.

She certainly does need the help. I certainly can be of assistance in being a friendly and listening ear. But when it comes to the help she needs, I was reminded again that I am not the guy.

It is reassuring to know that I have my uses and can be a genuine good friend to others. It’s great to know that the character I have from God can be a blessing to others. It’s even great to know that the love of God in me is to be shared with others.

The wisdom of God, however, is there to ensure that we remain pure in heart. That we operate in the right motives so that our light shines so people can see the soure is our heavenly Father. The source cannot be me at all.

I am not the guy.

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For His Name’s Sake

Shalom

C. L. J. Dryden