Random Acts of Service

In the past couple of days, I’ve been asked by two different people to help them. Two different people. Two different days. Two different tasks.

One fits my passion. The other doesn’t.

One fills me with joy. One fills me with fear.

One fills me with eager anticipation. One fills me with dread.

It should be an easy choice, right? Right. But it’s not. At least not for me. I’ve been around long enough to know that often the easiest way isn’t the best way or the right way.

So I should go with option #2.

God gave me certain gifts, talents and natural abilities. He uses those in my life to build up others and to serve Him. One of the options doesn’t use these. In fact, it calls on me to take some traits that I just don’t have.

So I should go with option #1.

God isn’t a God of confusion.

So if there is any confusion, it’s on my part.

And by my part I really mean my desire at times to please people more than I desire to please God.  As for myself I’m almost completely convinced that is where the confusion lies.

Do this and make that person happy.

Do that and make this person happy.

But you can’t do both and make both people happy.

You know what though? I don’t answer to people.