Day 309, November 9

· John Wesley -- Do all the good you can, in all the ways you can, to all the souls you can, in every place you can, at all the times you can with all the zeal you can, as long as ever you can.  

 

 I I wish I could say that I am an exemplar of these words.  But I'm not.  Too often, I'm lazy.  I don't take the time to make the phone call, pay the visit, or send the card that might brighten another's day.  I am wrapped up in myself, my own worries, needs, and wants.  And so I let an opportunity here, an opportunity there, pass by.  And I will never know if I could have made a difference to someone if I had chosen a different way. 

 

YYou may remember the quote, "Of all the words of ink and pen, the saddest are these:  it might have been."  (I'm not sure that I quoted that exactly, but you get the idea.)  Will I arrive in heaven (or wherever I'm going) and find the Lord shaking His head, saying, "Jane, you could have made a difference.  You could have lifted someone up who needed you on that day." 

 

 That, more than just about anything, frightens me.  I could have made a difference.  I could have lifted a friend up instead of waiting for her to lift me up.

 

This I know for sure:  making a difference is making a life.

 

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