People say I am giving, self-sacrificial, have a good heart, etc, etc.
Who is to say that I am? To what standard am I being held to?
And why do I feel so unworthy of such praise?
How is it that a minuscule amount of time spent helping others can somehow combat the vast amount of time spent on myself?
I wish so much to dedicate my life to helping others. It doesn't matter in which way, shape or form I do so. I just wish I could help. No matter how much of my life I spend doing so, it will never be enough. How can I even begin to combat the amount of malicious people in the world with my small contribution of hope and happiness? And how can I, a mere sinner, ever bring people to see the only true happiness in life; Jesus Christ and His saving grace?
As I sit, on a leather couch with beautiful music in my ears, how am I helping the world become a better place? I'm not! Yet I sit. Yet so many others sit. What happened to 'being the change you wish to see in the world'?
My challenge to you this coming week; Take a moment out of your day to ask someone how they are, how they really are, and when they respond, actually care about what they say. Sometimes a listening ear is a life saver. You never know what mask your fellow globe trotters are wearing!
