It's not mine; it's His

Today in church, a discussion about serving others took place that really related to my writing class' project. As we learn about the issues of the world, we will be inspired to make a difference. We hope that our essays and blog posts will raise awareness and inspire others to do the same.

Service can often seem like a difficult task. Some girls came around the dorms collecting items for a food drive. As a poor college student, donating a can of soup felt like giving up a whole feast. One of my classmates blogged about how we even find it burdensome to give our spare change to the Salvation Army bell ringers. Why is this so? Why are we not more willing to serve others?

It got me thinking: All blessings come from God. He has given me all I have. How dare I not share? He gave me that can of soup. He gave me those pennies. He gave me my talents. He gave me this time on Earth. It's not my time; it's His time. And I need to use it, along with all my blessings, to bless the lives of others.

I will try to spend my life living in a more Christlike way, giving charity unto others. After all, my life is not even really mine; it's His.