Some people really struggle to serve, some serve because it makes them feel good about themselves. Others just love to serve, they seek a role in life and find their place in the gentle and yet not always conforting arms of the church. They find something and someone to serve. Their life finds a reason, a purpose, and a joy. I am part of that group of people. One who would rather be doing the washing up at a party than wandering the crowd. It gives me joy to be needed, to give back. and in return i find challange and community given to me, and support for the rest of my life. We serve each other and all benefit, we serve our God and he serves us, and in the dance of life he provides the music.
Why can't i write like that when i want to?