I volunteered a lot during 2018. One-hundred three hours, to be exact. I was constantly volunteering here, volunteering there, it seemed. My school work got pushed to the side and then I stressed about having to work through the summer. It was a sacrifice, but one worth making. Not only did I have a weekly satisfaction of helping others, I also have the privilege of being awarded the President’s Volunteer Service Award–the gold medal. I got bronze last year, but in 2018 upped my game and ended the year with the expectation of gold. It was a good feeling.
But then tonight, as I was filling out the form for the award, my stomach sank. I got nervous and anxious as I went through my hours because I realized that 14.5 of them might not be eligible. “Charitable support” is not eligible for the award, and I was afraid that that’s exactly what they were. And that means I only earned a silver. All my hard work–just for silver.
And while I’m still disappointed, as anyone would be, I’ve decided that I’m not going to let myself be sad or angry. Want to know why? Because God sees everything. Those “charitable suppport” hours were spent helping a good cause. In the long run, it doesn’t matter if I get a silver medal now because I’ve got a home in heaven. I may not get human recognition for my work, but God still recognizes my effort. I’m still hoping and praying that I end up with gold, but even if I don’t, I’ll be satisfied. Because God’s trophies are the only things that really matter.