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.
Email me? debe205@hotmail.com
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? :)
Keep up the good work. All the best in whatever happens in your life. God's got your life sorted it's just that it's not in our timetable. A recent joke I read seems to sum up how God is much different to us in terms of wanting or waiting for things too happen in our life.
ReplyDeleteChristian Joke...
A man is talking to God. "God, how long is a million years?" God answers, "To me, it's about a minute." "God, how much is a million dollars?" "To me, it's a penny." "God, may I have a penny?" "Wait a minute."
Pete.