This season of my life is good. It is not perfect. It is often frustrating, exhausting, stressful. But, truly, it is good. I could find a laundry list of things to complain about, but they are trivial really.
This is not true of everyone. I know countless people personally going through huge trials right now. A stressed out single parent. A financially strapped family. Folks battling terminal illness. Praying through a perilous pregnancy. Battling addiction. Living a life of loneliness. Troubled marriages. Mourning losses. Hungry. Homeless. Abused.
Unfortunately, this is the reality of this world. We are surrounded by real people with real hurts. If we are not in the season currently, we have been there before and will find ourselves there again. I am tempted to feel guilty that my life is so comfortable. I don't deserve this.
What do we make of all this?
Even if it is but for a season, I have been entrusted with gifts from God--peace, material resources, encouragement and comfort to give, ears to hear, hands to help, love to share. Am I doing well with my responsibility? Am I actively looking for places to be used as the hands and feet of God? Am I daily, moment-by-moment, surrendering my life practically to be used by God? Am I modeling this for my children?
I try to remember a quote from an old friend of mine, Steve Olsen, "Treat people gently. You have no idea the load they are carrying."
I have grand ideas of what I could/would do for charity if I had millions of dollars. But, what am I doing with my minutes? Large-scale, hypothetical heroism is one thing. Faithfulness with small things is a lot less glamorous...and infinitely more difficult. It means abandoning my own agenda and personal comfort for the sake of others.
Living out the life to which we have been called really is about the little things. Today I feel challenged to slow down, to truly listen-- to really love those I encounter.