Inside the House

 

I don't know why, but people come to me to talk.  They talk to me about their anger, their fears, about their accomplishments and disappointments. They talk to me about their jobs, addictions and their spiritual growth.  I've talked to people about their love lives, their relationships with their families and friends,  I allow them to vent, express their opinions, laugh and cry.  There seems to be no subject or emotion that is forbidden to talk about or express.  As I listen, I try to be attentive and objective.

 

There has been times when I've passed someone and gave them a friendly "Hello" that turns into a two hour conversation.  People seem to be drawn to me.  Trusting me, wanting me to hear their issues and concerns. There have even been times that people have asked me to pray with them.

 

I've come to realize that this is a form of service. This is my calling.  To listen, to be objective and compassionate.  I pray about this every night.  I ask God to give me patience and understanding.  The ability to listen with a loving heart and an open mind.  I truly believe I am blessed that I am able to provide this service to my family and friends.