Which, do you think, is more pleasing in the eyes of God: To be the guy who is always ready with an offer of assistance, who stands eager with open hand, but no one ever takes him up on it? Or to be the guy who never volunteers his assistance, but who everybody calls on because they know he’ll be there—however unwilling, even if he had other plans?
I’ve been both of those guys in my life, and in both cases there’s been frustration arising from the imbalance between what I’ve been willing to give and what my friends and loved ones have been willing to accept. I don’t want to be needed, but—in my frailty—I find I need to be wanted.
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