Updated: Mar 23, 2019
Changing the world is a horribly terrifying thought. It’s impossible, right? Especially for 1 person. Sometimes people think they’re too small to change the world, they think nothing they do will make any difference. There’s too much pain. To much suffering. Too much too much too much. So why even try?
I spent a long time thinking like that. Thinking the world will never be changed. I even gave up praying for the world because the idea that it could change or move or do anything but suffer was just too insane. A lot of people also play the “when” game. When I have enough money, then I’ll help people. When I have a big enough house, then I’ll let people in. When I feel better about myself, then I’ll help others. Boy let me tell you if you play that game then you’ll be waiting your whole life to be “ready” enough to make a difference. If you have a house now, then let people in. Heck if you just have a car or a couch or just a heart, let them in now. You’ll never be rich enough, never be healthy enough, never be ready. So do what you can with what you have. And I promise it’s enough for God.
Maybe we can’t change the world. But every person has their own world, and we are more than capable of changing that. Maybe don’t start with world hunger, or sex trafficking, or orphans, or depression, or cancer. Maybe start with a stranger on the street, a homeless person you pass all the time, maybe start with Hello. Start with checking in. Start with a conversation. You never know who needs to know they aren’t invisible. You never know who’s 1 person caring away from stepping back from the ledge. There’s this quote, “we are all just walking each other home”. That has always stuck with me. To treat everyone as I would a friend I’m trying to make sure gets home safely. Make time. Make room. Make friends.
Gosh I don’t want to get to the end of my life and look behind me and realize the path I’ve walked is straight, with only my footprints on it, worn down from never stepping off it. I want it to be a total mess. Where people have dropped their keys and tripped and found home and love. Where I’ve carried people on my back & let them carry me. Where I’ve felt love and loss and joy. I want to know I’ve tried to change people’s worlds, and in turn, I’ve let them change mine.