“Are you getting impatient with me?” The question was pointed. There was clearly something in my tone that betrayed my feelings!
Much as I tried to cover it with a veneer of kindness, my true attitude was escaping through the cracks. We’d walked this conversation many times. My friend was feeling a familiar sense of being overwhelmed at life, and was expressing worry, fear and catastrophe.
I knew he loved God and wanted to trust Him. But somehow the torrent of concerns, the heightened emotion, his overthinking and misinterpretations of life and others were evoking in me all manner of judgment. Why are you letting this overwhelm you? Could you not have a little more faith? Are you really trusting God? Surely you are mature enough to settle under God’s care? Not that I actually voiced any of that! But how I felt was still being communicated in my approach. The reality was I was struggling to help my brother in his weakness and faintheartedness (1 Thess.5v14).
