To Make a difference

When you look around down here all you can think of sometimes is ´what is the point?´You think that you will never be able to make  a difference.  There wll always be more houses to build.  There will always be more mouths to feed.  There wiill always be that little girl whose shirt is too small and the little boy running in the streets without shoes.  Cometimes you have to ask... Am I even aking a difference?´

When i feel this way, sometimes the only thing that gets me through is thinking of Blessed Mother Theresa.  She lived with the pooorest of the poor in a country where poverty voershadows all.  How would she ever make a difference or an impact?  The difference is, she never looked at the big picture.  She looked at the individual person.  When she would bathe the open sores of a homeless man or simply sit beside the bed of a dying man so  he had company, she was not thinking of the millions of others that she couldnt help, she was thinking of the one she could.  Down here, the poverty becomes overwhelming.  How will i ever make a difference for the millions of starving children?  The reality is, I can´t.

But i can make a difference to a few.  I can learn students names to make them feel important and special, I can give them hugs and smile and show them that they are loved not only by me, but by God.

Last week, a little princess, 2 years old, was hanging out with a group that came down.  I pulled her into my lap and withink minutes she wasfast asleep against my chest.  Her little arms and legs would twitch and i completley fell in love.  I can´t begin to imagine the love the God has for us when i loved this little girl that much.  We are all part of the Body of Christ and the fact that my heart breaks when i see these whildren is proof of that.

We come down here with big dreams of making a difference and sometimes it feels like we dont even make a dent.  But the reality is, is that we do.  we build relationships, we do little chores and we show that there are people around the world who care.

A teenage boy was walking along the beach and noticed that thousands of jellyfish had washed up on shore.  The further he walked he noticed an elderly man picking up the jellyfish and throwing them back into the ocean.  The young boy looked around at the impossible task and  and asked the old man ´what is the point? you can´t make a difference.´ The old man looked at the young boy, picked up another jellyfish and threw it into the ocean and said... ´it made a difference to that one.´