the right perspective

Every Monday afternoon, I feel like it's a struggle to get excited for Diakonos. Classes in the morning and worrying about upcoming homework deadlines and things to do often bog me down and get me thinking, "Okay, I'll work on this up until 6:30, then go to Diakonos, come back, and start on this, this, and this. It's gonna be a long night." Sometimes I try hard to fight it off, but other times it's not until the prayer together that I can stop thinking about these deadlines and about myself.

I think it's amazing how every single time, God is gracious to me. By the time we split up to go back to our campuses, I think, "Wow, God. You are so much bigger. You are so loving. You are so amazing." Hearing people's stories at Love Park and the subway station, God fills me with compassion and also the right perspective I think - the perspective that God is the only thing worth living for, that He is constant loving us and constantly caring for us. His heart breaks for every person who is down, and He rejoices when we come to Him for strength and love.

It's been getting better on Monday afternoons before I go when I remember His constant faithfulness. Going to really fight this week to keep telling myself the truth that God is so much bigger and better than my worries. Praying for less of me and more of Him because He's their only hope and our only hope.