This is not about me.

God has given me this strange but strong desire to give. I want to give my money, all of it. I've been saving it for months but it doesn't matter anymore. I want to give my extra clothes, I have so many. I don't wear half of them anyway. I want to give my stuff, any of it, all of it, to anyone who needs it. Me? I don't need anything. Nothing but God. His grace is enough. I will give my time, my labor, myself. Anything to bring God glory. I'm exhausted from camp, so what? This isn't about my physical body. I want to show God's love, His compassion. What do I need? This isn't about me. This is about everyone else. This is about God.

There was this guy at Fuge. His name is Steve. God called him to go to California so he dropped everything and literally hitchhiked across America. Once he got to California, he was homeless for two months. But every day God provided for him. Now he's playing with the Seth Medley Band which our church is very close to. They play at Fuge and our D-now's. Steve is doing God's will and has a home with Seth (the leader of the band).

You just don't know how hard that story hits me. I don't know why, I honestly have no idea. But I pray for Steve every day. With my whole heart I beg God to bless him. All the time I think of Steve and it makes me selfless. He was HOMELESS. He understands hunger, loneliness, maybe even fear. I don't know what it is like to be really, truly hungry. I've never been without food or a bed. I don't know what that's like! Why should I hoard my riches? Why should I sit here on my big, soft bed and complain because I don't have a cool iPod or phone or because I can't go swimming today or because I don't have the coolest shoes? What does all that mean? Nothing! It means nothing! I should be thanking God that I'm alive today.

But this isn't about me. At camp, I changed. Nothing is about me anymore. This isn't about me! It's about everybody else! I don't know why but it sickens me to think how anyone could be so selfish. So selfish as to ignore the hurting, to judge the poor, to pile up all this money to spend on useless things for OURSELVES. What does that say about God's people? We are to be like Christ so that the broken world can see His hope through us.

This isn't just a spiritual high. I will fight with my entire being for it to stay this way if it is. I will fight for God. This is not an empty promise! I made a covenant with God! This is my new life! I am going to start living like a real Christian should!

I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. I'm just writing what I'm feeling because these feelings are so big. I just have this love in me, it's so big. This compassion that overflows in my soul. This is all so sappy but... I don't know. I halfway hope no one actually reads this because I have no idea what this is all about. But if you do read this, let the Spirit work in you through it. God, let my words bring you glory.

Sarah