Lonely People
It was another lonely voice. Another heart aching for some one to listen, someone to laugh with them, someone who seemed to care. She started by asking some questions about what to do about price adjustments, and then from there told me of her family, and her hopes for this year. Then, after nearly 20 minutes, she thanked me for listening, and was gone.
I wanted to cry. I wished I could have reached through the phone and given her a hug. Spent some real, quality time with her. This world is so rushed, so very impersonal sometimes. We brush by people, hurry on by, so busy with living that we forget about life, and the people who spend each day waiting for someone who will never come, dying inside for want of something as small as a smile, a kind word, a squeeze of the hand, or someone to listen, so that they know they're not alone in this world. That people still do care.
Lonely voices. I hear them so often. Lonley faces. They are all around me, everywhere I go, and I wish I could do something...something to cheer those lonely, longing, wistful voices and faces for just a moment. I wish I could somehow make a difference in their lives, and share the joy of living with them. Yet so many of them go on by, and I never have the chance, the opportunity to make that difference, and it hurts inside. It reminds me of the song that made me cry every time I heard it as a child- the song of Lonely Voices. It isn't quite the same, but the idea is still one that brings tears to my eyes.
Though I may never be able to make a difference in the lives of many, I am determined, by His grace, to make a difference in the lives of the few that God does place in my path- whether it be a lonely grandmother who calls and ends up talking for 20 minutes, or a young child who can't figure out what is wrong with their beloved toy and believes with all their heart that the people on the phone will help them fix it, or the many people who walk by me when I am out and about who may just need a smile. I am determined to do what I can.
I wanted to cry. I wished I could have reached through the phone and given her a hug. Spent some real, quality time with her. This world is so rushed, so very impersonal sometimes. We brush by people, hurry on by, so busy with living that we forget about life, and the people who spend each day waiting for someone who will never come, dying inside for want of something as small as a smile, a kind word, a squeeze of the hand, or someone to listen, so that they know they're not alone in this world. That people still do care.
Lonely voices. I hear them so often. Lonley faces. They are all around me, everywhere I go, and I wish I could do something...something to cheer those lonely, longing, wistful voices and faces for just a moment. I wish I could somehow make a difference in their lives, and share the joy of living with them. Yet so many of them go on by, and I never have the chance, the opportunity to make that difference, and it hurts inside. It reminds me of the song that made me cry every time I heard it as a child- the song of Lonely Voices. It isn't quite the same, but the idea is still one that brings tears to my eyes.
Though I may never be able to make a difference in the lives of many, I am determined, by His grace, to make a difference in the lives of the few that God does place in my path- whether it be a lonely grandmother who calls and ends up talking for 20 minutes, or a young child who can't figure out what is wrong with their beloved toy and believes with all their heart that the people on the phone will help them fix it, or the many people who walk by me when I am out and about who may just need a smile. I am determined to do what I can.