A Gift of Compassion

I feel God gave me the gift of compassion. I accept this gift and I know this is what makes me unique and who I am. But with compassion comes sensitivity toward others. I feel compassion for a variety of different things in life, but because I am a survivor of abuse my passion has become with people who have been abused.

As I lay in bed at night I begin to think how I am safe, secure and will be able to sleep because I am not anxious or afraid. I won't have to worry about being hurt or mistreated. I know that I am loved and cherished. Thinking of this bring tears streaming down my face. It's hard for me to comprehend how humans can be so cruel to another human being.

So many people go through life never searching for a greater purpose, and yet our soul searches wanting to really know the true meaning of life. Yet when that moment comes and you have the ah-ha moment and you truly see the plans that God has laid before you. This is truly what life is about.

I am truly blessed and can say that God's purpose for me is to continue sharing, talking and helping others with abuse. As I get ready for my missions trip to Thailand I think "Wow," how many people get to travel to a different country sharing a gift and helping others in the process?

As I smile, I say ME.