Sometimes

Sometimes I don't fee like getting up on Saturday morning after a long, hard, and tiring week. Sometimes I wish I could simply lie in my bed and catch just one more hour of sleep. After all, it seems like I never get to sleep in.

Sometimes I think that it is really a waste of time- I mean how many people have gotten saved from my efforts.

Sometimes my friends die and sometimes it hurts me real bad- sometimes they die when I have only known them for a short period of time. Sometimes they die after several years of our friendship. In fact one of my friends dies almost every month or week.

Sometimes I get angry with how some families neglect their loved ones. And I think how I will never do such a thing.

Sometimes I wonder is after going for years and years if they even remember my name.

Sometimes I wonder is this worth it....

Then I get up, get dressed and go to the Waters of Dune land Nursing Home...

I no longer wish for that extra hour of sleep when I see the elderly...I see them anxiously call for the nurse to get them ready so they can go to the 10:00 church service we hold every Saturday.

I then realize it is worth it when just one person after years of holding service, turns from Catholicism and accepts Christ alone.

Although I have lost many friends, and see so many drift away- I know that I have made a difference in their life- in fact they have made a difference in mine.

I have learned how to encourage the weak, feeble, and lonely.

I have learned that although they may not remember my name- they remember what I come for. As we sing old hymns like: In the Garden, The Old Rugged Cross, or Amazing Grace, my friends have tears come to their eyes. As we take prayer request and each Saturday they thank God that we faithfully visit them. When I leave an hour and half later and they plead for one more hug- after all that may be the only hug they get all week...

Sometimes I think...

Why do I ever wonder if it is worth it...

It is one of the most worthy things I do all week. And if I have to give up an hour of sleep for that- that I'll gladly give it up.

Sometimes- as I sit in the service and listen to my dad preach and my little sister play the piano, I have to sit back and smile- This is so worth it.