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What does it mean to make an impact?

One thing that has been on my heart lately is how big of an impact a simple thing can have on someone. we go through this life with selfish intentions (not to put it to harshly) but i find it is true and i know i am at fault for it. its especially relevant during this Christmas season where you walk into a mall and your supposed to be finding a gift for someone but in the meantime of finding that gift people are rude to the workers, or in a hurry. people tend to forget what is the true point to all of this. it doesnt matter what the gift is, what matters is the heart of the person that gives the gift.

i especially tend to forget that each day has value and what you say and do matters. i view myself as any other individual, "normal". i often forget i even have a disability. but i have moments of individuals telling me i have made an impact on their lives. now i am not trying to sound selfish here i just want to point out that we sometimes need those comments or a certain moment to remind ourselves of why we are here on this earth. we are here to build up God's people. to help those who need it more than ourselves, to make a change for the better, to be a voice to those that cant.

our life is worth so much more than our little worries about what gift to get someone, what we need to get done before we graduate, how i am going to find a job. we often need a reminder to wake up and realize that each day has the power to be impactful. that YOU can change somebody's world today, not tomorrow, but today. your words and your actions are seen and heard by someone and let me tell you, you can make a difference. living with a disability is not easy but when i get those moments those are what wake me up and what make me realize that we have a Big God and if I could touch just one persons life then that is enough for me. God has called you for a purpose and you have a chance to make an impact everyday of your life.

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