mission

i'm at work....taking a re-charge break. i'm not recharging, the cart that hauls the dumpsters i empty is recharging, it can handle about 2 hrs of pulling these things around 82 acres, and then its just done.i love this job...some days its rather monotonous....but being able to interact with people who i'm so desperately trying to learn to love well is a joy. at some point, this job became mission. it wasn't work anymore, its become serving, its become loving...its mission. allow me to explain...yesterday i got stopped for the third time this week by Dominic. I got to know him in the last yr by volunteering at Rosa Parks and having a cool big dog. Dominic loves that Chance will sit when he tells him to. Dominic lives with his mom, brother, and i think his grandma. his pops isnt around, i believe he said he's in prison. Dominic sees me, waves, tells me what he's done so far that day, yesterday he showed me the CD that had his own beats on it, and then tells me he's gonna buy one of these golf carts that i drive when he gets old enough and has the money. sometimes he even asks why i would want to pick up everyone's trash (trust me pickin up diapers, beer cans, and 2,000 cigs is not my dream job). i tell him its cause i love this neighborhood and the people in it and its my way to show that. then he shrugs and says ok, see ya tomorrow and off he rides on his bike.the fact that he says see ya tomorrow brings me joy, he trusts i am going to be there, he trusts that i'll be back to continue to serve and love him and his neighborhood...thats why i am doing what im doing...its not a job, its mission......Lord, hear our prayer