Angie is rolled up in her “I have to have peace” position in the big chair in the living room. She is rubbing her temples in an attempt to clear her mind of all the cobwebs that have intruded upon her thinking this morning.
“I need to talk to someone -- someone who will give me a normal perspective of life after everything that has happened just this morning. I feel like I’ve been battered from one place to the other. I've tried to juggle everyone’s life trying to bring peace and make them all happy. I just can’t do it anymore. I can’t handle even one more problem today. I need a friend to talk to, someone to help me carry this load. I wonder if Mom is up yet, she always takes the time to listen.”
Dragging herself and her tattered bathrobe across the room, Angie draws her fingers through her tasseled hair as if to make it more presentable to talk on the phone. She musters one more spurt of energy, enough to place the call. She sinks onto the couch waiting to hear the voice of her mother, her friend.
The phone rings, once, twice, three times. Angie is becoming more anxious.
“What if she’s not home? Where could she possibly be this hour of the morning?
Angie hears the forth ring. She is becoming more anxious. Then she hears, “Click. Hello.”
“Mom, Mom is that you?”
“Angie, sweetheart, are you all right? You sound like something is wrong.”
“Oh, Mom, everything has gone wrong today. We got up late this morning and after that everything went wrong. Joe was irritated and wanting to get out the door. Tommy couldn’t find his other shoe, and I was trying to get some breakfast down him before the bus came. I tripped over Triggie who was so excited she peed in the floor.”
“Poor little Triggie, it’s hard being a dog in a house with so many people.”
“Mom . . . I’m the one who was hurt falling over her.”
“Of course, darling, I’m sorry. Were you hurt?”
“Just a bruised wrist, but I think it'll be okay.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, is there anything I can do?”
“You’re doing it, Mom. I just needed a friend to listen to my problems and to help me carry them for a minute. I’ll be okay in a while.”
“You know I'm always here for you, sweetheart. I’m always your friend . . . . I know someone else Who is your friend too. God is always there for me when I’m having a bad day. Sometimes I can’t reach anyone else, but I know that He is always there waiting to listen. There is an old song that always comes to mind when I need it. It goes, ‘Leave them there, leave them there – take your burdens to the Lord and leave them there. If you trust and never doubt -- He will surely bring you out – take your burdens to the Lord and leave them there.’ Then there is the one that goes, ‘There’s not a friend like the lowly Jesus, no, not one – no, not one.' I get to singing those songs and my troubles seem to melt away.”
“Yes, I remember them now. Sometimes in the midst of problems, I forget my very best friend. I can pour out my heart to Him and He always gives me such peace – no matter how bad or how hard life gets.”
“Yes, sweetheart, He is our best friend.”
“Thanks, Mom, I think everything is under control now and I’ll be all right. Thanks for listening. I think I can clean up these messes now. I’ll talk to you later. I love you.”
“Anytime, sweetheart, I love you too, and I love our friend. Goodbye.”
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