Hand Outstretched

There is no doubt that I've been put on this earth to serve. To help and love even in the smallest of ways the people I encounter. But some days it just seems like I can't do enough. As though what I'm giving is terribly insufficient. My heart breaks when I'm unable to simply put, turn that frown upside down. I doubt she had that problem.



Not like there's any similarity between her and I. She's a saint, I'm not. But still. My hands are outstretched. Someone grab them.