I wish I knew how to post music on here. Right now, I think I could be entirely summed up in one piece of music. (Okay, so that might be slightly dramatic, but I can live with that right now.)

Symphonie Fantastique, 4th Movement, by Hector Berlioz. Also known as the March to the Scaffold. Someone down the hall was playing it, and I just stopped. A part of me has always loved that song, but tonight, it just seemed appropo.

God is teaching me so much right now. And yet, at times, I still feel so lacking. I still feel so inadequate. I still feel like I have so far to go. I know that's a good thing, and if I ever feel content with myself, there's a problem, but something else in the midst of everything just feels so... needy. And I'm seeing I'm not alone. The more people I talk to, the more I see just how needy a people we are. Everyone is facing some kind of trial. Some are handling it better than others, some are floundering. Some are facing it head on, other cowering in avoidance. But we're all there. And God commands us to bear each other's burdens, to support and encourage, but how? How, when I am so inadequate in my own life can I effectively help another? How can I tell them what God says, when I'm realizing more every day how little I know of His Word? When is it true, honest humanity sharing God's work, and when is it hypocricy? Again, balance. (That accursed word.)

So I pray. I recently heard someone say that prayer is simply the spreading out of our helplessness before the God of the world. (Did I post this already? Oh well. It really struck a cord.) I've felt so helpless lately, and in so many areas. I've been forced to prayer so much, but at the same time, I feel that I just... it's still not enough. I'm still missing something. And I'm not sure what.

God has been good. I've been able to get much done this week, and have some time to enjoy myself. I'm praying about the upcoming week as finals are here, and there's still so much to do, but He'll provide. He always does. He's proving Himself as the foundation for life-- what everything else is built on, rather than just one aspect of existence. He is good. I've seen Him in the little things in my day, and in His working in lives in greater trials. He is good.

Listen to the song. Maybe that will explain something more. I'm not sure I could put it in words. A friend once told me "A picture may be worth a thousand words, but sometimes, one simple piece of music can be worth even more." Synesthesia? Dramatic emotions? Maybe. But that song can say something that right now, I cannot.

Katy, you found it. Your answer is in the question. Not how can we help people in need when we are in need, but how can we help them when we are not. Because God is still working in your life, you are exactly in a position where you are sensitive to other's needs. You can relate to their struggles, etc. Thank you.

By the way, the quote: A picture paints a thousand words; music sings a thousand paintings.