I have identified as a writer since my mom made such a big "to-do" over a poem I wrote in third grade. It was about, of all things, a stuffed beaver Dad had bought for me while in an airport somewhere on a business trip. I loved that thing! It was a big deal, for some reason. Not very big, not very impressive. Why my dad brought home a beaver is anybody's guess, but he was precious to me! I still have him somewhere. I saw him during one of our moves.
I went on to get degrees in English and journalism, and to work as a freelancer. I have never veered from my first love. It's lain dormant at times, but the seeds of love for the well-turned phrase, the glitteringly perfect description of life's intangibles have never left my heart.
Isn't it glorious to have a calling, a passion, something that thrills you to practice? What's yours? Don't know? Think long and hard about what work you do that does not feel like work on any level. One night recently on a sunset motorcycle ride, Gary and I passed a man with his garage door up. He was hunched over a table with some pieces of wood on it. His garage was filled with wood. Easy to see what his passion was, even from the back of a speeding (lawfully, and within the speed limit - LOL) motorcycle. When I see something like that, it makes me want to say a prayer of thanks for people who pursue their passions. They enrich all of our lives with their services and creations. Their joy is contagious, too. I love to talk to people about what they do. It's fun to watch their eyes light up and to hear them find fulfillment in all of the details. It's about doing what you were made to do.
I've said this before, and I'll say it again. If your job does not fulfill you, find a hobby that combines all of your deepest passions. In time, this hobby may become your work. If not, CONTINUE TO PRACTICE IT! Sometimes just being who we are to the "nth" degree is God-glorifying! I remember watching my oldest son play with his blocks when he was very small. He made cities out of them, then called me in to appraise his efforts. Just watching him enjoy the endeavor brought a thrill to my heart. I believe God feels that way too. BE WHO HE MADE YOU TO BE!
Love to you all!
I went on to get degrees in English and journalism, and to work as a freelancer. I have never veered from my first love. It's lain dormant at times, but the seeds of love for the well-turned phrase, the glitteringly perfect description of life's intangibles have never left my heart.
Isn't it glorious to have a calling, a passion, something that thrills you to practice? What's yours? Don't know? Think long and hard about what work you do that does not feel like work on any level. One night recently on a sunset motorcycle ride, Gary and I passed a man with his garage door up. He was hunched over a table with some pieces of wood on it. His garage was filled with wood. Easy to see what his passion was, even from the back of a speeding (lawfully, and within the speed limit - LOL) motorcycle. When I see something like that, it makes me want to say a prayer of thanks for people who pursue their passions. They enrich all of our lives with their services and creations. Their joy is contagious, too. I love to talk to people about what they do. It's fun to watch their eyes light up and to hear them find fulfillment in all of the details. It's about doing what you were made to do.
I've said this before, and I'll say it again. If your job does not fulfill you, find a hobby that combines all of your deepest passions. In time, this hobby may become your work. If not, CONTINUE TO PRACTICE IT! Sometimes just being who we are to the "nth" degree is God-glorifying! I remember watching my oldest son play with his blocks when he was very small. He made cities out of them, then called me in to appraise his efforts. Just watching him enjoy the endeavor brought a thrill to my heart. I believe God feels that way too. BE WHO HE MADE YOU TO BE!
Love to you all!
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