Being of Service to Others
I can’t say I really enjoy helping others. I have limited time and free time something I am very selfish with; but helping others is something I need to do and this looks like best place to post my story.
My thoughts this morning, as always, how did I get into this mess and what I am doing to fix it. I realized I am spending far too much time living in the problem, instead of the solution. The past couple of years have been emotionally brutal; and there is only one person to blame for this. Me!
I should have known better, but I always looked the other way. I was slowly entrapped with the illusions I sold myself. That illusion is shattered. The reality is not so pretty. But I do have hope. I have been here before (and you think I would have learned then), and I have the tools to fix what is broken.
As difficult as this can be, I need to continue to get out of myself (my mind), rededicate myself to what is important to me, and be of service to those who need help. I read so many stories on EP, many of them remind me of myself from years ago (I suffered from clinical depression, GAD, Social Anxiety Disorder, etc etc) and I was able to get better. Its only when I lapse into old behaviors do I stumble. I want to reach out and help them help themselves; I want to do this freely of myself, expecting nothing in return. I am not perfect. I have plenty of faults. I have some big issues that I am dealing with myself, but I see they are quite small in relation to the suffering of others. I know from my own experience that connecting with others with whom I share a common peril, is one the greatest gifts I have ever received.
I am not a religious person. But I reminded often of my favorite prayer, The Prayer of St Francis of Assisi. I think it says it all.
Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.