I have been urging myself to volunteer for something for literally years. I don't drive and this stops me some. It is cold out. Truthfully, I also fear rejection. What if they say they don't want me or if I am assigned to someone who doesn't like me?
Anyhow, with the help of some serendipity, I came across a perfect volunteer opportunity for this winter. I don't even have to leave my house or my computer. What could be better? I was on a Website that I occasionally use to ask for prayer. They never bother me, ask for money or try to save my soul so I am pleased with them. They are part of Guidepost. They were looking for people to write prayers in response to e-mail prayer requests they receive. I applied, and there is nothing to it. You write about ten e-mail prayer responses a day. Everything is anonymous of course. I don't proselytize, and I'm not allowed to give advice. I don't have to use Bible quotes and I can just be myself. I expect it will be very rewarding.
I really needed something to help me get out of myself. I get very selfish with my time. I only want to write from the time I get up until early the next morning when I finally crash. My 23-year-old daughter lets me know that it's obvious that I am obsessed with writing, and that it distracts me from spending time and attention on her. I admit to continuing to do what I am doing on computer while talking on the phone to children, family members and dear friends. I do feel ashamed.
It felt so good to know that I was going to be of service to others, that I also called and volunteered at our local homeless shelter overnight program. That's just four hours a month. Orientation is next week. Now that's something I have been promising myself I'd do for several years now. I was spurred to do it this year because a homeless woman I know asked me the other cold evening, "Where are you staying tonight?"
I had talked this situation over with close friends several times. My heart wants to invite her to spend the night with me. I live alone and have room. I know it's the loving thing to do. But so many people have advised me against it. I don't want to get in trouble with my landlord either. And I don't know that she could navigate my stairs. Also, what if she just comfortable and moved in and wouldn't leave? I am certainly not looking for a roommate.
So when she asked me that question I just told her I had a place. In fact, I said, "I live alone." It's the first thing that came to me. Obviously I was protecting myself and meaning it to stay that way. I guiltily bought her some coffee, cigarettes and gave her some money. That's when I decided it was time to volunteer at the homeless shelter she should be in, but she objects to their rules. When I asked her why she didn't go there she said she'd rather die. She just might.
So this is how I finally became a reluctant volunteer. If anyone is interested in responding to prayers by e-mail or by telephone, here's the contact: http://www.ourprayer.org/_pvaVolunteer/


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By the way, could you place the tag, "Journal entry" on this post, for my group, Anythingwriting ? I would appreciate that.
Thanks.
Resubmit this to my group, when you have the tag.