Ashamed

We've got church tonight and I was feeling sorry for myself because I have to be there. I thought about and actually wrote a couple of lines in this blog about how I felt over-worked and stressed out etc. etc. blah, blah, blah. Then I erased it and thought, "What do I have to complain about?" And for some reason I thought of the boys in our youth group at church. We have a van ministry at church and the majority of this group has been coming to our church on Wed. nights since they were in the fifth or sixth grade and they always caused trouble. One was even caught, at church, with marijuana that he stole out of his mother's purse. Most of these boys live very hard lives. Lives, thank the Lord, like I have never known and my children will never know. These boys are now in high school and I smile every time I think of them. I have had the blessing of getting to see Christ change them. They not only come on Wed. nights but they are there on Sunday morning and Sunday night and they sit on the front row and are perfect gentlemen. But what has touched my heart more than anything else is the witnesses that they have become. They have been bringing other boys their age to the Lord and it is just wonderful to see. I was feeling sorry for myself about having to go to church tonight and I know why those boys came to mind. My dear Heavenly Father was reminding me that children like those boys are the reason to go on Wednesday night because for a long time that was all of God they got to see. I am humbled and grateful that He has chosen to use me in His will. I hope you all have a wonderful Wednesday and remember God is good for the soul!