Big Heart

Sometimes I really wonder why God gave me such a big heart for those that I love and the things that I care for. When I care or love something, it is with my whole heart, never particularly. So there is no in between, I love it or I don't.
Like my friends, when they are struggling or are in pain I feel it too. When they are struggling to get a project done or to even have confidence in themselves, I volunteer to help in anyway I can (mind you these are not the only reasons I volunteer to help, I also enjoy spending time with them). A dear friend of mine lost someone that was close to her and even though I didn't know the person, I felt the pain of loss too. That is the way I am, I see a friend with a burden and whether it is my place or not, I try to take some of that weight of their shoulders. At the very least cheer them up until the pain or struggle doesn't hurt as much.
Animals are another example of this heart that God gave me. I know most people "love" the cute little puppies, kittens, etc. But I "love" almost all of God's creatures (the exception being insects and snakes, snakes I can respect their abilities but prefer to not be around them). And I know, most people who will read this are animal lovers, all members of my family are animal lovers (our home is like rescue pet central, all our animals were rescued from some place). But I feel very very strongly for these creatures more than most. An example of this was an immature pigeon has been hanging out in the compound at work lately (I named him Fritz, because his feathers were on the fritz). This morning I walked into the compound and was totally broken hearted when I found Fritz in his usual spot dead. I know there is the whole shock of finding something dead, but I was literally shaken down to my core and couldn't do anything work related for a good 30 mins. This is how I always feel when I see a dead animal. I morn for them for awhile and pray that their end was peaceful & quick. When people talk about hunting and/or killing animals, I try to hide my reaction that a little piece of my heart breaks inside. None of this is an exaggeration, this is all how I truly react & feel. I heard that in New York that the SPCA has police powers, and seriously thought about applying for a job there. But after much discussion and looking inside myself, I decided that I couldn't do. I would kill those animal abusers long before they would be brought before a judge (ok, ok maybe not kill but seriously injure, enough to were I would get fired on the first day).
I'm not in anyway regretting this Big heart that God gave me, I'm certain He gave it to me for a reason even if I don't know what that might be, and I am thankful for it. And hopefully someday He will show me the reason He gave me this heart.