People are Purposed 19th, February, 2014
We are given a certain amount of time Here. What we decide to do
with it is up to us. Worrying is the biggest precious-time waster. It pulls us to
the sidelines of our journey until we again move it out of the way. If we asked
God what our purpose is here, what would His answer be? There’s the food chain,
miraculous all on its own, but I wouldn't guess being a part of it is the
reason we are here. To be able to watch the amazing sun rise and set, day after
day? To document everyday miracles like creating oil out of dinosaur fossils,
how the trees create the air we need to breath, to discover how the continents
on earth all seemed to fit like puzzle pieces so many years ago? I don’t think
God worried about whether we would discover or study those things or not. I can’t speak for Him. But along with all these other miracles, I think He put us
here to leave imprints behind. And not to worry about what others
judgments would be of them. If we are feeling less valued in the world, it is not
because of what others think of us, it is due to what we think of
ourselves. It means that we intuitively know that we aren't making the imprint that
we are capable of. It means that we need to do more first for ourselves, so that we
can do more for others and feel our value.
How will we raise our children? Our children don’t belong to us.
Their sweet souls are lent to us. Entrusted into our care. The way we raise our children is part of the imprint that we
leave behind. Will they respect the world and others because we came into their
lives? Will they know that their purpose depends solely on them and their decisions as THEY move through their life? I believe in God and am not ashamed.
There are so many good things in life that people are ashamed of. When my son
was a second grader, he decided that it was embarrassing for his mother to kiss
him good-bye at the carline drop-off at school. What we do in that one breath
of the morning will help decide who they can be. I jokingly told him that next
time, I’ll wear my ruby-red lipstick and kiss him all over his little face
before he exits the car, and then kindly told him, “don’t be embarrassed about
love. Be embarrassed about hate, but never be embarrassed about love.” In those
few precious seconds, I encouraged a very sweet soul to stay sweet. Thirteen
years later, he has never stopped kissing, hugging and saying “I love you.”
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