Another shooting, another blog post, another day.
And I wonder if what I do actually matters.
Today my friend dropped off a Valentine’s day gift for me. It was lovely and the card almost had me in tears. It made me think that I had made a difference in someone’s life. Maybe the card was too sappy but it made my day.
We can only choose how we act and react to this life. Choose wisely, get up each day and try to be Christ-like. In Christianity we have a rare gift in the form of the Holy Spirit. God dwells within us and can guide us in daily life. This seems like a precious, precious gift to me.
I often wonder what I can do for God. He has done so much for me. This can lead me into the danger of a performance based worship. Sometimes it can be a good thing forcing me to act. Other times it can play with my feelings of self-worth. What I have been learning is that if I just show up to my life I can make a difference. It doesn’t have to be another day. We can make it special by listening to that quiet voice inside us. The gift that keeps on giving.