Friday, January 16, 2009

At the end of a long two weeks

So I am on day 11 of low carbs (Can't say no carbs everything has some carbs). Tough few weeks. Mostly I didn't think about it. Yesterday, I almost threw in the towel. I have been working on gaining momentum in Young Life, recruiting committee, leaders and interested donors. And it seems like the holidays have stifled the ministry. I am frustrated and sometimes question why I bother. My two girls are raised. Why should I care anymore? I could go into youth retirement. I could say to other people, I need a break. I have even entertained working at a cosmetic store just selling beauty products. Seems less stressful. Oh how easy it would be to turn away. I have made less than any male in this position and mentally I cannot leave my work at work. So why not walk away?
Once upon a time there was a little boy who was abandoned by his mother at age 4. He has been moved from home to home. He is now 14 and still has no real home. He is still in the schools and still needs someone to walk alongside him. Then there are the kids who live with thier moms who believe they were created for very little. They believe opportunity is meant for the other kids. They believe no one cares. And most don't care now. Most feel abandoned by a city and all the people in it. I can understand how they feel. Everyone is so wrapped up in their own thing that they are not reaching out to help their neighbors. Wealth stays in the wealthy areas.
As you can tell, I am frustrated because in a world full of people, more people are feeling......Lonely.
So why do I stay? Not for position nor money but for those I mentioned above. I am tired, I am frustrated but I am there.

1 comment:

  1. "I could go into youth retirement."

    No you couldn't. You'll probably die at a YL camp or at club or something because I know you'll be loving kids as long as you can.

    I don't think you could ever give up - it's your calling. And what a great exampe you are to so many (myself included)!

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