Too blessed to be stressed

Sometimes I wonder why I was blessed with the life I have. I have my fair share of difficulties and trials, yet I find myself undoubtedly happy with my situations. When I woke up this morning I was uncharacteristically in a good mood. I'm a wretch in the morning and I'll be the first to admit it. Mornings irk me. As I got ready for work I contemplated my day. I was to spend the day stuck in an office for 10 hours, serving the public, pretending to care about their lives when I realized I really do care. The thought struck me and I immediately remembered the Session Director from my week as an EFY counselor. The night before EFY began, the counselors met for a training/fireside. During the training the Director explained that if we would lose ourselves in service of the youth, we would find ourselves. At the moment I was slightly confused and as he expounded he read the scripture stating that those who lose themselves for the Lord's sake shall find themselves. He promised that if we allowed ourselves, we would immediately feel a love for those we served.

This thought struck me and stayed with me throughout the day. As I drove to work, I noticed people standing at the bus stop and I felt deep gratitude for my car. I had shelter from the bitter cold, all because for some reason I was blessed to be able to afford a car. The entire day I was mindful, for some odd reason, of everything I had that others didn't, and by the time the day was over I felt a renewed desire to serve. Maybe it's the season that put this wild hair in me, or maybe I finally decided to think of someone else for a change. Here nor there, I feel like I have so much I could do and yet I am at a loss for where to begin.

I have a warm bed, when people are freezing. I can go get a snack when I get bored and others haven't eaten for days. I have an education and there are adults who struggle to read. I can afford a tank of gas and I met a woman who can only afford to fill her tank once a year. No lie. I have a family who supports me, and others don't even know their own father. What did I do to deserve my life? I have to do something.