On Breakfast and Being Alone at the University

It is Sunday morning, and I have already been awake for five and one half hours. I got up early this morning because I had the opportunity to serve breakfast to the residents at the care home I volunteer in. I am sure that life is difficult for many of the residents there...and how could it not be? Most of them are away from their families and are no longer capable of performing basic daily tasks. I always enjoy getting the chance to reach out to these people. I like learning from them, too. As a volunteer at the care home, my role is to be an aid in the therapy of the residents, whether that be physical, emotional, or spiritual. However, every time I visit the home I can't help but feel that I am the one receiving the therapy. This is such a good thing for me. I think we all need therapy sometimes. It is a blessing to be able to do something as simple as bring someone a cup of coffee (in a brown mug, not a tan one, with two packages of the sugar in the yellow package, not the white package) and a piece of toast (cut into four pieces, with butter and jam spread all the way to the edge) and serving food is a great way to connect with people (in my experience).

After I finished my session at the care home, I headed to the university to do some studying and work on some seemingly ongoing projects of mine. It is very strange being in the university on a Sunday morning. It makes you feel as though you could be the only person alive in the world. It feels nice and eerie all at the same time. I am alone, but I do not feel alone, and that is a comforting thing.

Even though I did not have the chance to go to church this morning, I feel renewed spiritually. I found God in the faces of the residents at the care home, and I have felt Him in the empty hallways of the university. He is always around me and He walks with me. I am so glad to have His comfort and strength because some days I do not know how I am going to survive or how I am going to deal with the weight of the responsibilities on my shoulders. I am praying that He will make me more like Him, so that I can serve and love His people well.

I still have a long way to go, and there is much learning to be done. But He loves me and He is not finished with me yet.