I care, I really do. About what, you ask? About everything. At least that's how I feel at times. I was once in tears because I didn't understand why I cared SO much when people around me seemed to just shrug things off. I didn't want to care anymore, you do tend to live a easier life when you're care free. Through prayer, reflecting and speaking with leaders in the church I realized this was a gift, the gift of compassion. I couldn't help but care when I watched the news and saw a young girl missing as they showed the mother in tears. I couldn't help but care when someone was injured, it's almost as if I felt their pain. I couldn't help but care about my friend and their break up and the list goes on. Now that has reached another level as I see others how God sees them, His masterpiece. I remember people telling me that I cared too much and I actually believed them. If I asked a question they'd reply with, "What do you care, Jen?" Perh...

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