Today

I had an encounter today with someone who was intoxicated. Even though I tried to help and spoke softly, I could not break the barrier of the liquid courage. No matter how hard I tried, everything was an act of aggression to her. I was surprised that I became so angry inside. I remember, asking God to help me see her as He sees her. The flesh and blood and not this thing she had become under the influence. She never knew I harbored such thoughts, but I was never able to see her as God sees her. Do we look at situations like these as failures? I think not. I think that God is pleased, when we try.