I have a problem. I am selfish. Not incredibly so but still, it’s there. I like to think that I am a kind giving person willing to do anything for my family, and that is pretty true. But what other things do I really lay my life down for?
How am I helping those who are less fortunate than my family and I? Those who are downcast, who are being abused, mistreated, sold for sex, those living in a box, those going to bed hungry.
What am I don’t outside my cozy four walls?
It’s a sobering question that kind of smacks me back to reality and makes me realize I live a very selfish life. Selfish if measured against what I do for those who are hurting.
Because in truth, I wish I was doing more, and the fact that I am wishing that makes me realize I am not doing enough.
Published on March 09, 2015 03:45