The chosen ones

I never talk about my work but today I made an exception. In part, this is due to me needing to vent. Venting usually involves complaining but not today, it's good venting.

My Monday morning started as usual;coffee, emails and assessing what needed priority.I guess for others, Monday was a day they decided they needed some help. We had about 4 walk-ins today and since we are currently very short staffed, I was the "chosen one". Being the chosen one took me away from my heavy workload and had me thinking "when the heck am I gonna be able to catch up?!!" but people's needs to vent, took priority. I cannot go into the details of the problems but let me just say that helping others only reinforces my purpose here on earth. God has always and will continue to use me wherever he sees a need. Nothing that I do is by simple coincidence because if you knew the details of the conversations I have, you would be more than convinced that God has his hand in it. I get goose bumps as I sit there and listen to people's trauma's and only he, ONLY HE gives me the words to help heal the wounds that other's cause. I don't intend to save the world but I know deep in my heart that I am planting seeds of hope if only one person at a time. One of the ladies I met with today, remembered very clearly what I had shared with her almost 2 years ago. She told me that prior to me visiting with her (2 yrs ago) she had been praying for an answer. She told me that her prayer was answered with exact words from my mouth. She knew that this was a clear message that God was sending to her. At the time, I remember her telling me this and feeling priviledged that he (God) had used me to give a message. During that time in my life, I was slowly accepting him in my life but still holding onto my ways. Today when I saw her, she told me how much she appreciated the help I had given her family. I was happy to tell her that I had finally accepted God as my savior and how she too had helped me.

We all have conversations with people everyday and we never know how the words we use will guide others. I am lucky that I have been chosen to do this type of work and though my workload is always heavy, knowing that MY purpose in life is very clear, supports the idea that everything will always work out (including the piles of things to do on my desk, lol!)

As I end my night, I think of those people that are resting tonight feeling a little better by allowing someone else to carry their pain. I am here to serve.