One of my friends sent me this, and I really liked it…which is why I am posting it
A few days ago I was frustrated that I always seem to be saying the wrong kind of things at the wrong kind of times.I wondered ‘ how do you stop doing that…how do you just be a good Christian and not do such mayorly stupid things every other minute?’
But then I realized that God doesn’t expect me to be perfect and always say the right things, or do great big things… It’s just living for Him in daily life that He wants.He loves me, even though I have soooooooooooooooo many things to learn yet, and even though He would do a far better job at anything I do …He could be a far better witness, but He wants to use me…even though I am not perfect.
Sometimes it’s hard to go on after doing something stupid again…but that’s what God wants me to do, and He’ll be there and help…
And I really thought this sort of went along with some of my speculations…which I liked…
Does it count?
I live in the mountains, far away from friends, family and I don’t get out that often. I treasure quiet, peace and nature, but sometimes I look at my little life and I wonder, does it count?
Do I make use of my opportunities, the little ones, the big ones, the ones that seem insignificant or even the ones I would rather ignore? Do my stumbling, halting attempts at bringing cheer and making a brighter, happier day for someone else bring the sunshine I wish they did? In light of eternity, do they count?
Does it make a difference to someone that I lived?
It’s not that it matters, really, not that I lived, but that because I choose Jesus, my life somehow cast a little ray of hope into some dark soul, and that little ray made the difference.
My talents aren’t the kind that would hold a crowd spellbound, or would give me the eloquence to speak to the high class of this world. I couldn’t write books that would move the hearts of the world, or sing songs that would pierce through the enchanted curtain that blinds men’s eyes to God and somehow touch a heart. I only have a little voice, a little song, a little page to write.
Yet, it’s that little that could count.
Thousands of years ago, a widow woman stepped quietly into a building. She wasn’t trying to be noticed, she wasn’t trying to do great things. She was simply a poor widow who took her little, and gave it. That little penny was her all, and it counted. Not just for a penny, but for something greater than any of the rich gifts that were given from a heart that did not give it’s all. It wasn’t the gift that counted so much, it was the fact that she gave her all- everything she had.
My little gifts, and yours may be more like the widow’s mite compared to the rich gifts another may seem to bring. They might seem hardly worth giving. Yet God has not given it to us to compare our gifts, but to give Him all we have, all we are, all we hope and dream. It may be that someone has given a bigger portion, but what if we give all that we have?
That’s what counts in God’s eyes.










