I am a curious person. I love to know what’s going on around me socially and in the hearts of those I am close to. I also like to know why I do the things I do, or why I sometimes feel the things I feel. I probably ask myself questions every day, often waiting for God to respond to show me why something bothers me or why, when I’m in a certain situation, do I feel like the way I do.
So I’m curious about you. Why do you read my blog? I would love to know.
There is one blog that I read and the curious thing is that I actually don’t really have much in common with the writer, except that I love the way she writes, her photography skills inspire me and one day I would love to be a mother too. I find myself going to her blog often to find out what her and her little family have been up to. The more I read, the more I want to know and keep up with what’s going on. Naturally when she announced she was pregnant with her third child, I was excited. Yes, strangely excited for a woman I’d never met. Stranger still that I talked about her pregnancy with my friends on the ship (also her blog readers) as though she were a friend of ours.
I wonder, do you know me?
While I was at home this past Christmas, I was catching up with an old friend of mine. We have one of those great friendships where we can go 12 months without seeing each other or even corresponding and when we see each other there is no awkwardness, only genuine interest and mutual excitement to hear how the other is. While we were catching up I was expressing my passion for the work that I do on the ship and how much I love being a part of Mercy Ships in West Africa. I was trying to describe to him how deeply my heart is connected to Africa and its needs. After a little silence he said, Deb, I’m just not sure how to relate to that. And that’s when I understood for the first time. Perhaps my life here is hard to relate to. When catch up conversations at home turn to me, I’m often not sure what to say. There is a broken connection between life here and life at home. When I am in Australia, I’m not sure what to do with myself, because for this period of time, my life and my passion rest here, in this land and on this hospital ship where I can spend my work days pouring out love and still be wrapped in my favourite job. So through this space I try to express my passion, joy and heartaches to find a connection. Can you grasp it?
Does reading this blog help you to understand? Or do you already know this passion? Or perhaps you hold it and spend it on something else, something totally different to me. What is it that you love to pour yourself into?
Will you tell me about yourself? I am curious about you, the unnamed who reads my blog.
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Subject: The unnamed.
Boil the kettle, take some tea and a comfy chair and a computer (or to be truly original- a piece of paper and envelope!) and I'll hear from you soon? :)