is the thought that there may come a day when God stops entrusting His burdens to me
I couldn’t care less.
I failed to see how valuable it was to be given glimpses of Christ’s heart for the seeking, the lost and the broken.
I was too busy.
I was too occupied with my own pain and heartache.
I had too many problems and worries of my own to think about.
I was distracted, with many valid reasons – there was always commitments to work, ministry, family and friends. Time set aside for Him remained neglected, with it’s absence often unnoticed.
I was apathetic, indifferent, slothful.
That is what I fear most. To be given a chance to live for Christ, but fail at it, miserably, and worse, to not even realize it in my lifetime here on earth.