Over the last 11 years, I have passionately, yet imperfectly, pursued a life that loves God and loves others. I have tried to keep my hands and feet ready to serve others in need while offering grace and mercy in every way I can. There have been times I have blown it. There have been times I have witnessed God do a transforming work in everyone involved, including me. And there have been many times, maybe even more, when I have been cussed at, blatantly disregarded, taken advantage of, falsely accused, had my motives questioned, lied to, maliciously criticized, and mistreated by the very ones I was serving. Given as many time as I’ve been burned, disappointed and taken advantage of, one might think I would have learned my lesson. Well, I did. Except it is more of a reminder.

I am reminded over and over of all the times I have blatantly disregarded, taken advantage of, falsely accused, lied to, questioned motives, maliciously criticized, and mistreated the very One who has always stood ready to help me in my time of need and offer grace and mercy in abundance. Thankfully Jesus never gave up on me. How can I give up on being His hands and feet to them? Neither should you.