Today I found an old card that was given to me by our Monday Night volunteers. I love this card. Many of the people who signed it have moved on, but I love each and every one of them and I am so thankful that God gave me the opportunity to serve with them for a time. I cannot express how grateful I am for the fellowship of our volunteers or how much I am moved by their deep love. No one comes out on the streets week after week for any other reason. Most nights I long to be at home with my family, and I’m sure that our volunteers feel similarly, but they show up rain or shine ready to serve. It is truly a testament to the power of God.
I often feel like a total failure. I don’t pray enough. I don’t love enough. I don’t serve or listen enough. I rely on my own strength more often than not and as a result I fall on my face more often than not. I get deeply depressed and am usually a misanthrope. When I look at this card I know as complete a failure as I am, God is completely triumphant, even in me. What a wonderful blessing that is.