“The more my sister struggled with her low self-esteem and turned to reckless behavior for an instant fix, the more I felt compelled to be her rescuer. I talked with her on the phone for hours, took her out for dinner, listened to her problems, even suggested a therapist I knew through a friend. Still, nothing I did seemed to help and I found myself growing exhausted, both physically and emotionally. What am I doing wrong? my spirit cried. I’m failing, Lord! Give me clarity so I know how to fix this!
“After another tearful session on the phone with her one morning, I went out to the store to find her a card. I thought giving her something inspiring might help her get through another day. But as I was walking toward the card rack, I met the gaze of a woman with an unusual expression of peace in her rich brown eyes. ‘Let go and let God,’ she uttered, lightly touching my arm. Suddenly, an incredible weight lifted off my shoulders and I realized that it wasn’t my job to fix anyone…it was the Lord’s job!
“All I could do was lift my hurting sister in prayer and simply place it all into the hands of the great Healer, the Miracle Worker, the One who promises to work all things out for good. For the first time in too long, I was able to breathe, but as I turned to thank this kind Samaritan, she had mysteriously disappeared.
“‘Are you finding everything okay?’ the salesperson asked.
“I wanted to laugh and to weep joyful tears. To explain the tiny miracle that had just happened. Instead, I composed myself and stated the truth: ‘I think what I was looking for just found me.’”
—Jules Bishop, 45, Chicago