You may never know

You may never know whose life you will affect, along the way.
Sometimes we go through life thinking things like, what is the point of my life?
Would anybody miss me if I were gone off the face of the earth.

I would like to tell you that your life is important and you matter to God and to me. I may not know you personally, but if you are somehow reading this blog.. I am feeling led to write this for someone, so it must be you.

I was reading to my two little kids today, a book about Maxie. She did the same things day after long boring day and so did her cat. The book describes her as getting up at exactly 7 am, doing her daily routine minute for minute each day, without anyone seemingly taking notice or caring.

So one day, she decided that she was tired and had no desire to get up, to pull the blinds to boil the water for tea, go get the milk, take out her trash, tend to her bird or feed the cat. She decided that she would sleep away her misery, because no one really cared anyhow.

Well, as chance would have it, her life, however meaningless it seemed to her actually affected about four hundred other people in her apartment complex, that she didn't even realize.

For each thing that she did, actually awaken other people in the building and they would go on their day because of say, her door opening, the tea kettle brewing, the cat meowing the chirping of the bird or the squeaking of the front door....

When the neighbors realized that she wasn't up and around, they all piled into her little apartment, to see what was the trouble was. Was she dead or what?

Nope, not dead just depressed. You think they would have compassion on her, but no they did not. the one neighbor was bold enough to say "You've ruined my day." because you didn't lift your blinds, I didn't know what time it was, so my son missed his preschool bus, I was late to work and my boss fired me.

Another one piped up and said when your whistle, so I didn't get up to go to work and now there are about fifty people down at the restaurant, waiting for me to cook their breakfast before they go to work.

A third man chimed in with, now I have rotten milk waiting in the truck, because everyone was so concerned about you that I came to see why you didn't get your milk, leaving my truck to sit in the morning sun.

So Maxie jumped out of bed, pulled the blinds, fed the cat, took out the trash, uncovered the bird, and took care of all the morning duties. She boiled enough water to make tea for all the disgruntled people that crowded into her little house, on the third floor.

She realized that her life did matter to other people.

Here's my puny little opinion about this: everyone is important. No one is exempt! So if you feel you aren't important or are feeling left out of the realm of life, go visit someone in a nursing home, Go see a shut in, send a letter to someone in the hospital, write to a friend who has a busy life style, cook a meal for an elderly person, hey take a step in the wild direction and write to someone who is incarcerated.

Speaking of which, I am currently writing to six people who are incarcerated. I am always humbled by their friendship. Sometimes, when my day seems "awful" if I dare say it.. for fear that something worse will happen.. I will get a letter from one of them and I am immediately made aware of how great my life really is.