late at night/makes no sense

Sometimes tears roll down my cheeks and I'm really not sure why. I feel like I'm crying for a million different people that I've never even met. Single mothers, lonely souls, wounded soldiers, dying hearts. Broken families, scared children, apathetic narcissists, drugged-out streetwalkers. Homeless men, gay couples, murderers, thieves, liars, and cheats. The lost. I can't explain it but sometimes I feel their pain beating in my own chest and my heart starts to ache and I wonder how in the world God can handle such responsibility. I know that only He can understand my tears for these people. But I want to do more than cry. Sometimes I just don't know how. So I go to sleep and I wake up and I drink some coffee and I thank God for that coffee and the bed I just rose from and the sunshine and the many, many other blessings He has bestowed upon me. And then I take a deep breath. And then I take another. And another. And another. And I keep doing that all day long. And in between those breaths, I try to show kindness, to give grace, to love without reserve. I just take it moment by moment. I don't try to be grand or spectacular or leave a huge legacy because there's only one legacy that matters and that is this: Jesus Christ, God's one and only son, shed His blood for you. And for me. For us all. So that we may experience true and unconditional love, so that we may be wrapped in the arms of transforming grace, so that we may live forever, worshipping our King. That is the only thing that matters. My name will one day be forgotten. My legacy, whatever it may be, will one day fade. But the kingdom of God will stand forever in victory. So I don't worry about leaving my mark. Because He's already left His. And it's the only thing that matters.