Sometimes God doesn’t give you a choice.
I’ve been caring for others since my early teens, when my mother’s burgeoning career often left me to care for my father, who had been disabled in a motorcycle accident.
In the years since college, I have found myself the caretaker of a host of elderly relatives in the last stages of life, the occasional friend, and my autistic child.
God gifted me with an occupation that allows me the flexibility to meet these responsibilities, but the trade-off has been an inability to do the things necessary to advance in my career.
This used to make me angry sometimes, and I would cry out to God, “Why me?” I don’t do that anymore, because the answer has always been the same: “Why not you?” If I did not have the gifts needed for this ministry, I would not have been called.
So now I know that what seemed at first like a curse has been a blessing all along, and I accept that blessing with an open heart. I am called because I am able, and I am blessed to be of service.
