I was six; rocking dark-haired Jeffrey like a real infant, back and forth, back and forth; singing sweetly, feeding him from a plastic bottle, liquid disappearing after tilting it just so.
Jeffrey accompanied a curly-haired doll, almost too big to hold, a gel-filled baby girl, and stuffed animals I imagined were my very own children. Lining my toy cradle, a moving crib, and a plastic sink; I pretended to be a bed; my room doubled as an orphanage in the images of my mind.
Like a good mother hen I found delight in carefully feeding, burping, and tucking in my imaginary children.
True callings are satisfying, effortless, and joy filling.
Still some may be thinking, ministries need to be hunted down, pinned blindly as if playing, “pin the tail on the donkey”, pursued frantically; when doesn’t our calling just naturally surface when we slow down, sit silently, recollect who God made us to be from the time that we were children?
I write this and my crib once filled with over a dozen children is now holding a dark-haired angel; much like my toy doll, Jeffrey. She came to us as a foster child, and oh how I love her so.
Still often it can be after chasing dead ends, following blindly our emotions, getting discouraged, and feeling frustrated when God shows us He is Lord.
I wish someone would have told me the truth about this Missional Life and these character building lessons leading to true callings long ago…
(Click HERE to finish reading, “7 Truths About Your Calling”.)
As always, I am so humbled and honored to be writing over at Missional Women this month. Will you click on over real quick and join me?
(Linking today with Barbie)
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Yes, our everyday work for God is where missional living takes place. I wish I had clued into that a decade ago. I’m reading Found by Micha Boyett, and she writing out of that place as well.
Michele – Oh me too friend, me too! 🙂 Sounds like a wonderful book. I will have to look into it! Thanks for sharing!