It's a truth I've known for a long time. That the giver is the greatest beneficiary of the gift. That volunteering and helping people out really helps us more than anyone else.
These past few months, being away from my little community, I've come to see that truth with a new clarity.
I need to work. I need to serve. To be useful. To push a wheelchair down the street and have coffee with my neighbour. I need to pack meals and give them to the guys in the square that wait for us every Friday. I need to shop for groceries and cook and serve and share a meal with the volunteers and guests who join us for our monthly lunch.
The service isn't for them. It's for me. I need it. Like my lungs need air and my stomach needs food. My soul needs service.
These past few months, being away from my little community, I've come to see that truth with a new clarity.
I need to work. I need to serve. To be useful. To push a wheelchair down the street and have coffee with my neighbour. I need to pack meals and give them to the guys in the square that wait for us every Friday. I need to shop for groceries and cook and serve and share a meal with the volunteers and guests who join us for our monthly lunch.
The service isn't for them. It's for me. I need it. Like my lungs need air and my stomach needs food. My soul needs service.
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