Being a Servant...
I'm returning today to one of the three remaining "Made for Living" columns I found in the bottom of my study closet in a plastic envelope, reminders of my life at another time, in another place... kind of like looking in on someone else- who, it turns out, much to my surprise, was me. This column was published in February 7, 1985. The week had taken its toll. A week of caring for a husband sick with the flu. A week of daily trips to a Miami hospital to visit and care for our young Salvadoran guest. A week of servanthood. And I was tired! Physically tired, emotionally drained, exhausted from the exertion of giving myself hour after hour to those around me. Tired of serving! And I still had this column to write. I was finding smiling difficult, instead feeling constantly on the verge of tears. And I could feel my resolve to place myself in God's hands to do God's work weakening, as my tired body and mind rebelled. It would be nice to have someo...