I have never been a person with a ton of friends. I have moved around a lot as an adult and people have come in and gone out of my life at a rather alarming rate. Over the last few years, however, I have cultivated a fabulous core group of friends and family. They laugh with me, cry with me, reminisce with me, tease me, encourage me, speak the truth to me, love me, and are always, always there for me. I’m so very grateful to be blessed by these relationships.
There are times, however, when though I may want someone to commiserate with me, tell me I’m right, assure me my words or actions were justified, tell me I’ve been wronged, give me sympathy, and provide a shoulder to cry on, what I really need is wise counsel.
Wise counsel listens, is direct, doesn’t tell me what I want to hear, points out when I’ve done something wrong, understands home and workplace dynamics, and interpersonal relationships. Wise counsel has a sound Biblical foundation. Wise counsel has a way of exposing my stubbornness and righteous attitude and opens my eyes to see that this is not the person I was created to be, and that doing the right thing isn’t always easy. Wise counsel reminds me that I cannot change the nature of human beings and that the only real choice I have is how I respond to the challenges in front of me.
I needed wise counsel today and all it took was a phone call. It wasn’t what I wanted to hear and the advice initially made me want to stomp my foot in frustration like a two-year-old, but it was the exact right thing to do and I am very glad I listened. Thanks, wise counselor – I miss you every single day!