Unfulfilled

This is what I have been feelings as of late. Really ever since I came home from Africa. I felt like my life there was so fulfilling and wonderful. I served and helped people all day. My life had so much meaning, because it was focused on other people. I felt like I belonged and I felt like I was doing exactly what God would have me do. It's not that you can't serve people while living in Provo, Utah, there are definitely ways. It's just harder to see the impact you are making. Pretty much everyone has their needs met, and have the gospel in their life.  I guess I just have had a hard time finding ways to do serve and find that fulfillment while I've been home. In Uganda, it was easy. Just walk into town and you will see orphans and widows on the street, more than you could hope to help in one day. But here it is harder to distinguish people's needs. They are harder to see, because they are most of the time not physical. And I still have a hard time feeling comfortable with my lifestyle and all of the things I have been blessed with when other have so very little. And the worst thing is to hear people who have so much complain about their lives and be so ungrateful for what they have. 

he other day I saw a video of children in Uganda at Katie Davis's school. Her life is incredible. I am so envious of her life and wish I could be like her. Maybe I will go volunteer at her school someday. 

"God doesn't just 

ask 

us to help the orphan and the widow and serve the poor, but it is a 

requirement

 of Disciples of Christ. God commands us to love others like ourselves. And myself doesn't want to be starving"