Who Am I?

Had one of those days today. I think I probably prayed with 16 or 17 people between the second and third services. I'm not sure why but I had people grabbing me and waiting to pray with me more than normal. All I could think the entire time was "Who am I that I get to do this with my life?"

I could be doing anything with my life. I could still be a busboy, a valet, or a security guard. But I get to work in an environment where people want me to pray with them about their situation.

I wish people could hear my thoughts sometimes. All I think as I'm getting to pray with people is how blessed I am to get paid to do what I do. I love it.