I could put this into a metaphor, but I’d rather not. And I’d rather not be too direct either. What destroys me is wanting to help someone and being unable to. Having to watch something terrible happen while knowing there is nothing I can do, standing there with my hands tied in the face of someone else’s suffering. It feels like two different kinds of torture. One for the person going through it, and another for me, having to watch.
Some things, I choose to believe, are truly in God’s hands.