You!

You.

No one stronger, weaker, sadder, or happier than you. You know you can do everything you set out to do, until you come face to face with those pesky limitations only you are aware of.

It isn’t easy being you, is it? I could never be you! I wouldn’t know where to begin.

You can see other’s weaknesses much better than I can. Especially my own. And you’ve been a great help to me in this matter.

If there were more people like you, this world would be like Heaven on earth.

You can discern other people’s motives, reading between each line they utter. You have a gift for getting to the heart of the matter with just the raise of an eyebrow or a slight clearing of the throat.

You make a difference.

Not everyone appreciates you, but you probably know that. There are some who won’t have anything to do with you because they think you act haughty and boastful; but I’m certain it’s just jealousy on their part.

I have never heard you ask anyone for help. I’m glad you haven’t asked me, because I am thoroughly convinced I am way below your league. I couldn’t possibly be able to help you.

Thank you for your suggestions on how to raise my kids, train my dog, and empty the litter box. I’ll never forget your words of wisdom. Oh, and the helpful tips about friendship evangelism almost bowled me over! So right on!

I’m praying for you, not that you need it; I, however, do need the practice. I’m praying for you to find just that perfect spouse, the ideal pet, the church that teaches everything you believe, and someone who is righteous enough to speak into your life.

I imagine it’s kind of lonely being you.

I’m glad I’m not.