Tears of the Saints

I hate to see people cry...
I guess more specifically, I hate to see my friends cry. Especially when there is nothing I can seemingly do about it.
There you go, there is my "rescue complex" kicking in. Why have I been programmed to desire to rescue people, when in reality it's not my job. Only Jesus can rescue, and has rescued...
I just feel so helpless.
Maybe that's a good thing... maybe it's good to be helpless sometimes. If nothing, it reminds me that the glory is not for myself, it is for God alone. Yet when his saints cry, I desire so badly to want to help, and I can't. Partially because I am inept, but mostly because it is not my place, at least, at the moment.
So I sit here, in my room while my friend discusses her problems with another friend of mine. I'm angry that I'm not included, but only because of my uselessness, not because of jealousy or anything else like that.
The time is not mine. I really doubt if it ever is...