Nothing yet so much to say

She is the one who every body goes to, the one who when they are hurting and upset, they run to.  They want advice and seek her position and opinion on things.  They admire the love for the Lord she tried to portray every day and yet knows that she too is nowhere near perfection.  Never will be.  She smiles and says "I'm doing well and you?" when asked how she is that day.  She pretends its all perfect, but most of the time, it really is.  She meets as many people as possible and tries her hardest to maintain those relationships because she cares.  She prays for those who walk past her, knowing she will likely never see them again, but hopes that some how they feel the presence of the Lord over them in whatever they are dealing with.  Most likely, she's been through it too and would love to take their pain away for the hopes of saving their hearts dealing with the same thing she has struggled through.  Yet, she sees in herself imperfection, someone struggling for hope, someone hoping for the best in the situation, someone crying out to God after awhile of not having to do that, someone running back into His arms.  Seeing other surrounding her where she sits, hurting and most likely hurting more than her.  Why would she deserve this?  The answer: because she too is sinful and needed to be brought back to her Savior who is loving and comforting more than any person, more than any fake smile, more than any happy response that is deeply hidden with a world of hurt for herself and for others experiencing the same.  Yet, she can't say any thing.  She doesn't want to, she believes others don't deserve to hear her pointless struggle when so many more are struggling that much more.  But she wants to cry out, plea for comfort, ultimately to the Lord, but to others who are important to her and could offer some  comfort, some happiness. That would offer her some peace, but relationships with people are so fleeting compared to her everlasting relationship with some one who will never leave.  There is nothing to be said with so much given to her, but yet so much to say and to be heard. She waits and rests in the peace of her God who will show her there is no one like Him.