Just to open my eyes and see

Just he other day here in Manitou I was struck by the fact of no purpose. I did not know what I was doing or why I was living where I was. So I decided it was time to open my eyes, to try hard to not be so distracted by the schedule of my life and the plans I had. First off I started to bake, a normal thing or me when I am stressed or just feel as if I am not amounting to much, I can have control (for the most part) and have a finished product come out well. After doing so I prompted my self to give out majority of the cookies-oatmeal chocolate chip walnut cookies mind you, and so I just began to ponder. Okay I have my roomie working down stairs and a few neighbors almost off to work also a neighbor guy I have never seen, and a friend moving out. So I decided that was a safe way to open my eyes to generosity and my community. Well He had a different plan for those cookies and really only one of those cookies. It was for Maggie a lady with a passionate soul who opened right up to me. It was sort of a gloomy day which is rare here in Colorado, and beautiful Maggie was sitting out side in a nook of a building reading what looks like the Bible and also sniffling from what seems to be tears. So I paced by her deciding I had a plan for the day I just kept walking...but couldn't keep walking. As my thoughts contradicted themselves over and over again I finally turned around just before reaching my car. I went back to see if the lady would look a cookie or some help. She dove right into the cookies humbly taking one for her self and boldly telling me what she was doing. She began with saying she was reading the Bible but just to learn Spanish it was an English and Spanish Bible. She also went on to tell me a portion of her life. After just losing a 15 year old brother due to the insufficient and toxic water in West Virgina she was on a mission to change the problem. Manitou was an incredible place to her, having fresh water streams every block of the town and real mountain streams that you cold drink from quite near, she is looking into moving herself and her 13 year old daughter her. She is saddened withe her families unwillingness to listen and hurt by the massive problem going on the east coast that "makes the oil spill look like a birthday party" she exclaims. As she goes on I am just in awe and refreshment of how whiling she was to just tell me about her. She has been on hunger strikes to protests to fight for the cause. What amazement I had when I heard her spoke. The reality that I barely ever talk to people about my desires and passions and just my life. Often I find my self becoming more passionate about complaints because it relates me to people. More Passionate than the ONE who Made me in my mother room. It brings me to tears to think that I speak of the things I am not content in than in the beauty of His majesty today. I was challenged in many ways by Maggie and what openness of word she had towards me. Look into your life what is the majority of what you talk about with the people that surround you, at home, school work and even church. Why is it that we are so easy to talk about negativity and fear rather than Life Abundant and Hope?! I challenge to just go one day without a complaint maybe just an hour and instead of complaining fill those thoughts and words spoken with Praise and Gladness for the Sake of His Glory. And maybe talk to someone new this week someone you wouldn't regularly, routinely talk to just a hello maybe a how is your day or even a what do you desire...