Today is my 25th birthday. Now like the average American, my history of birthdays have almost always been solely about myself. I get the attention. I get the gifts. I get served. While I am very blessed to live in a culture where gifts are given (and much appreciated), for the first time ever, I spent half of my 'special' day serving someone else.
For weeks I have been speaking to a lady named Ann, whom I have never met, about how she needed help moving into her new apartment. Today was the only day that worked well so...this was the day it happened. I rallied a group of six together this morning at 8am to help serve a woman none of us had ever met...and it was great. To be honest, I can't imagine a better way to celebrate another year of life than by serving Jesus Christ through service to the poor. This woman had no one else to help her, it snowed and sleeted the entire time we were working, and she barely thanked us at the end, but it was great. I praise God that He continues to mold my heart for the poor and oppressed. A few years ago I could have cared less. While I still have a lot to learn and a lot of growing to do, I have enjoyed the ride and look forward to the journey ahead. Blessings on the road!